On Mon 02 Jan 2006 02:14:39p, Thus Spake Zarathustra, or was it TammyM?
I've read that but did not have a copy, and now I do. Thank you.
The following is in dealing with losing a pet...
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 my needs they'll tend. But 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 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.
Remembrances/OpheliaOn Tue, 3 Jan 2006, Cheryl Perkins Hi Cheryl, Yes, I agree. I hadn't looked it up before my post. Being "closed-minded" is to have accepted an idea, good or bad...
-- Wayne Boatwright *À* And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.
