The Last Battle
Friday, August 19, 2011 at 5:17PM 
RIP Lucky. You came into our lives hiding inside a car engine when you were only 5 weeks old and Adam was 5 months old. You and Adam grew up together. You have departed our lives too soon but never from our hearts. Misha, Missy, Sweetie Pie, Sally, Taz, Natasha, and Velvet are all there to greet you at the Rainbow Bridge. Play hard and fast.
The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak and pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done, for this — the last battle — can't be won.
You will be sad I understand, but 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, you wouldn't 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 till 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 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
(This is the poem the vet handed to us when we left this afternoon)
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