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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 until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see
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.
--- Anonymous ---
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Sunny 2nd June 2003 - 1 June 2010 |
Sunny, my gentle little Siamese girl who purred her way through her life and into my heart had to be put to sleep. She had a very rare tumour on her adrenal gland. She was doing very well under the kind care of my vet but she then developed kidney failure. We managed to borrow some extra time but then life became a burden for Sunny and I had to not be selfish but now I am without her. It seems that very little time has gone by since her first kitten days spent sitting on my knee and pushing her little head up under my chin to be kissed. She loved to be kissed on the top of her head and this I think is what I shall remember about her and that she purred and purred. This is for you Sunny my memory of you my little ray of sunshine.
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Lara 4th September 1994 - 8th July2008 |
I am very sad to let you know that my Russian Blue girl Lara died , she was born on the 4th September 1994. She was bred by Margaret Kidd. She came to me at 3 months old such a quiet loving little girl. She left me 8th July 2008, very peacefully at home beside me. She has left me with a great aching, yawning gap inside me.
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When we think of those companions who traveled by our side down life's road. Let us not say with sadness that they have left us behind, but rather say with gratitude that they once were with us.
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