WHEN THE TIME COMES

[George Lander]

Gary: I too am sorry for your loss. It's a pity that they can't live as long as us. Here is a poem that I hope will help. It is called......

THE LAST BATTLE

" 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 and 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 until the end,
An 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 it's last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't greive 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."

Author Unknown

Best Wishes and Regards, George