Max, the Mastiff is no more

[Philmypower]

Very sorry for your loss, I read this a while back and thought you may like it

 

 

If it should be that I grow weak

And pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then you must do what must be done,

For this last battle cannot be won.

 

You will be sad, I understand.

Don't let your grief then stay your hand.

For this day, more than all the rest,

Your love for me must 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;

The time has come -- please let me go.

 

Take me where my need they'll tend,

And please stay with me till the end.

Hold me firm and speak to me,

Until my eyes no longer see.

 

I know in time that you will see

The kindness that you did for me.

Although my tail its last has waved,

From pain and suffering I've been saved.

 

Please do not grieve -- it must be you

Who had this painful thing to do.

We've been so close, we two, these years;

Don't let your heart hold back its tears.

[difflock]

Ya bugger!

That caused me quite a wee sniffle.

Missing the incontinent ould brute every morning I open the Kitchen door.

Still open it gingerly, cos of what might be lying behind it/what I have stepped in with half asleep bare feet.

regards,

Marcus