Trish Allearz
Moderator
So I guess I will be the one to break this forum in...
CB was just a sweet moggy- mixed DSH- that tolerated the Savannahs and loved my Hubby more then she ever loved me. She was a base mouser- killed all of the mice in the commissary and was to be sent to the shelter after she cleaned out the store. My Mom asked if I wanted her- and I said yes. She came to me at 3-4 years old and has been my girl ever since.
Last month, I noticed a mass in her mouth and we biopsied it- the biopsy came back that it wasn't cancer, but might be a precursor to cancer. We did more treatments and the mass became more aggressive. Tonight, it had moved from her entire inner cheek to her tongue.
So I let my sweet girl go... I will miss you, my old crabby lady...
If it should be that I grow weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep.
Then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so.
The time has come, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
and please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see,
the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve it must be you
who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years.
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
CB was just a sweet moggy- mixed DSH- that tolerated the Savannahs and loved my Hubby more then she ever loved me. She was a base mouser- killed all of the mice in the commissary and was to be sent to the shelter after she cleaned out the store. My Mom asked if I wanted her- and I said yes. She came to me at 3-4 years old and has been my girl ever since.
Last month, I noticed a mass in her mouth and we biopsied it- the biopsy came back that it wasn't cancer, but might be a precursor to cancer. We did more treatments and the mass became more aggressive. Tonight, it had moved from her entire inner cheek to her tongue.
So I let my sweet girl go... I will miss you, my old crabby lady...
If it should be that I grow weak
and pain should keep me from my sleep.
Then you must do what must be done,
for this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
what is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so.
The time has come, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
and please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see,
the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve it must be you
who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years.
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.