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The last battle

Posted by Yesha - 03/07/10 at 05:07:21 pm

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 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.

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Goodbye Mitzuo

Posted by Yesha - 01/07/10 at 05:07:29 pm

I remember bringing you home

. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.

You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.

Once in a while, you’d let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory. Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion,

and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, “I’m sorry, but I’ll do it again as soon as you’re not watching.”

We went for long walks and runs in the village

, stops for ice cream and you took long naps in the sun waiting for me to come home… As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window

and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me

with your tail wagging just to say, “Welcome home. I missed you. “You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV or surf the net, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention

You never asked for anything more than for me to pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg. As you got older, you moved around more slowly

. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn’t stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired

and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor. With tears in my eyes,i keep saying don’t go, don’t leave us

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