Chin up Bibcol I know exactly what you and your wife are going through as I lost my Minty on July 7th. With kind permission of a member "8 hairy feet", I would like to share with you both a poem she posted on my sad day. I'm 63 and starting to blubber again dammit .................
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 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 for 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 close --- we two--these years Don't let your heart hold any tears