The Last Battle
Three months ago we had to have our 21 year-old cat, Poppy, put down as he was suffering.
I recently found this poem which, I must admit, brought tears to my eyes.
Anyone else who has had to have their beloved pet put down will, if they read it, know exactly what I mean.
The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain me from my sleep should keep
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
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 until 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 had so many happy years
Don’t let your heart hold any tears
Anon.