The last battle (saw this and thought it was worth posting) - Page 2

timberwolf · #11 (**permalink**) 27-10-2008, 09:39 PM

OK, now I'm blarting my eyes out. I'm deeply sorry for your loss, It doesn't really help that we know we've done the right thing, it doesn't make the pain any less. Time dulls the black to grey, and I know my life has been richer for having known the love of these animals.

evoluanx · #12 (**permalink**) 28-10-2008, 02:28 PM

Wow.....that's powerful stuff, really hits you.

George itjusthappened · #13 (**permalink**) 29-10-2008, 02:50 PM

Awww thoese poems are loverly !
Sorry for your loss
I think this should be a sticky !

GothGirl · #14 (**permalink**) 30-10-2008, 11:31 PM

This is a section of a poem I memerised a long time ago, as it really struck a nerve with me, I can't remember what its called but I know its by Lord Byron (forgive me if its a bit wrong)

Near this Spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferosity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.

But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his Master’s own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonoured falls, unoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the Soul he held on earth

While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man thy feeble tenant of an hour, Debassed by slavery, or corrupt by power Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust

Thy love is lust, thy friendship is a cheat, Thy tongue is hypocrisy, thyne words are deceit

By nature vile, ennoble but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.

Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn, Pass on it honors none you wish to mourn.

To mark a friend’s remains these stones ariseI never knew but one and here he lies

repkid · #15 (**permalink**) 08-11-2008, 08:33 PM

Great poems everyone!

ant29nhampton · #16 (**permalink**) 08-11-2008, 08:42 PM

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Originally Posted by tick

A poem for all those that have had one of the hardest tasks of all to do:

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 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.

-- Unknown

thats a realy great poem and it is so true as i have just done most of whats in it thankyou tick for posting this
ant

butterfingersbimbo · #17 (**permalink**) 08-11-2008, 10:49 PM

bloody hell i'm crying now! have had to take three dogs in less than two years and my jrt has got kidney disease so will have to take him too one day.....

Darlo_Gal · #18 (**permalink**) 12-11-2008, 05:01 PM

Really nice

MagsD · #19 (**permalink**) 14-11-2008, 06:58 PM

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Originally Posted by Amyboo

aww lovely poem.

I will keep that saved.

thanks for sharing.

Hi i've just noticed you have African Pygmies, I have just bought 2 this week although i've been to the vet and had them sexed....both males!!!
I don't know much about them but hope to learn as i go on, any tips i'd be able to use?

FelixMarmite · #20 (**permalink**) 19-11-2008, 10:38 PM

Aw thats such a beautiful poem. I read it out loud to myself and it brought tears to my eyes

I was thinking about my old tort when I was reading that. About how he was in pain and I never realised until he unexpectedly left

Poor thing.
Lovely poem nevertheless.

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