Harley and Floppy P.
IT IT SHOULD BE
(A poem sent to Dale & Sharon from Jessica Shropshire)
If it be I grow frail and weak
And pain should wake me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle can't be won,
You will be sad, I understand,
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stands the test.
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come and hold no fears,
You'll not want me to suffer, so,
When the time comes, please let me go,
I know in time you will see
Although my tail, its last has waved
From pain and suffering I've been saved,
Do not grieve if it should be you,
Who has to decide this thing to do,
We've been so close, over the years,
Don't let your hear hold any tears.