The first German Shorthair Pointer I ever owned was called Dylan.
He, tragically, got cancer at around 7 and had to be euthanased not long after.
A few days later this is what I received in the mail from my vet, and thought I would share it as it helped me.
"If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this, the 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 stand the test.
We’ve had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fear,
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 to the end,
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will see,
It is kindness you do to me.
Although my tail it’s last was waved,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.
Don’t grieve it should be you,
Who decides this thing to do,
We’ve been close, we two, these years
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
Smile for we walked together for a long while."
IN MEMORY OF DYLAN
DIED AT AGE 7 YEARS
#Losing a Pet
#Coping with Pet Loss