This blog is dedicated to Bart who recently passed on and will be very sadly missed by all - he is the cute little dog in the middle between Madeline and Roman. In fact, after Bart's first stay with me (he was so good with the big dogs) he became an honourary Doberman Pinscher. This is a title that very few small dogs ever achieve - but Bart was extra special and I will always remember him for his huge personality. This was one small dog who did not know what 'small dog syndrome' was. Right on Bart!
IF I SHOULD GROW FRAIL
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain does 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,
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 now 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.