Poochi
18 October 1978 ~ 30 December 1991
If it should be that I grow frail & weak & 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 this day, more than the rest, your love & friendship stand the test.
We've had so many happy years, what is to come can hold no fears, you'd not want me to suffer, so please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend, only stay with me to the end, & hold me firm & speak to me, until my eyes no longer see.
I know, in time you will see, it is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, from pain & suffering I've been saved.
Don't grieve it should be you, who decides this thing to do. We've been so close these years, don't let your heart hold any fears.
Smile,
For we walked together for a little while.
Always in our hearts,
Mum & Dad, Julie & Mark, Sheena & Skye