3 Times Too Many

Three times in the last year I have had to say good bye to beloved kitties of mine. I know they were old, and that they can only stay while they are healthy, but leaving the vet with them no longer "here", is terribly sad. I have gone from 4 kitties to 1, in a little less than a year. I promise my next post will not be such a downer, but this one is in loving memory of Tasha, Dusty, and Sheeba, who have all touched my life, and will all be missed. And to my sweet Chester, who is still here with me, and without all of them, I know he will grieve also, they were all together for 18 years.


The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this--the last battle--can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
Don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears
You'd not want me to suffer, so.
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me til the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
it is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close--we two--these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Author Unknown