To My Mum From Her Sunshine.

Before I grow too frail and weak,
And all that's left is peace in sleep,
I know you'll do what must be done,
To end this fight that can't be won.
I don't fear death as humans do,
So let me try to comfort you,
Come: let us take a quiet stroll,
And share some quietness soul to soul.
No need for words 'twixt you and I,
No need to say a last good-bye,
We've grown so close in mind and heart,
It seems so cruel that we must part.
Be sure I sense the pain you'll feel,
Without me walking at your heel,
The days will feel full of despair,
Your "Sunshine" simply won't be there.
In time the pain will slowly wane,
You'll think of me and smile again,
You'll speak with love and pride of me,
Your extra special G.S.D.
Now take me where my needs they'll tend,
And stay there with me till the end,
Hold me close with soft good-byes,
'Till life's bright light has left my eyes.
The final sound I need to hear,
Is your soft voice upon my ear.
Your loving face will fade and dim,
As the rush of heaven closes in.


 

A Dog's Plea


     Treat me kindly, my beloved
friend, for no heart in all the world
is more grateful for kindness than
the loving heart of me.
 

     Do not break my spirit with a
stick, for though I should lick your
hand between blows, your patience,
and understanding will more
quickly teach me the things you
would have me learn.

     Speak to me often, for your voice
is the world's sweetest music, as
you must know by the fierce
wagging of my tail when your
footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

    Please take me inside when it is
cold and wet, for I am a
domesticated animal, no longer
accustomed to bitter elements.
I ask no greater glory than the
privilege of sitting at your feet
beside the hearth.

     Keep my pan filled with fresh
water, for I can not tell you when
I suffer thirst.

    Feed me clean food that I may
stay well, to romp and play and do
your bidding. to walk by your side,
and stand ready. willing and able to
protect you.

    And, my friend, when I am very
old, and I no longer enjoy good
health, hearing and sight, do not
make heroic efforts to keep me
going. I am not  having any fun.

    Please see that my trusting life is
taken gently. I shall leave this earth
knowing with the last breath I draw
that my fate was always safest in
your hands.
 

          -Anon



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