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 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 to 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 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.
A friend sent me the above poem today ~ and today, we received Nikki's ashes back from the pet crematorium. Her little wooden box will sit in my wardrobe, alongside the one containing Amber's ashes. Although I know that letting Nikki go was the only thing we could have done, I have felt very unsettled since she passed away. Now that she is back with the people who loved her the most in the whole world, I am at last feeling at peace.