Our Mr Chucho

Our Mr Chucho.

You gave him a nice long life.

Thank you. He will always be our grand little guy.

I hope this helps!

IF IT SHOULD BE

If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain prevents my peaceful sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
When this last battle can’t be won.

You will be sad I understand,
Selfishness might stay your hand,
But on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship take the test.

We’ve had so many happy years,
That what’s to come can hold no fears.
You’d not want me to suffer.  So,
When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my needs they’ll tend.
Only, stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know, in time, you too will see,
It is a kindness that you do for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.

Do not grieve it should be you
Who must decide this thing to do,
We’ve been so close, we two these years…
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

by Julia Napier, copyright 1999