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| This poem, which was written by the owners father, a lifelong vet, expresses, in some small part, how your grief is shared by others. |
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| OLD FRIEND |
| by Peter Jackson B.A.(Hons) M.Phil D.Vet M.R.C.V.S. M.I.Biol. |
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| Yes, they have left him No, there’s nought to do Save let him out of life the gentle way For wear of body tissues past repair Is that hard price so many years must pay. |
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| Yes, I have known him since he was a pup I vaccinated him long years ago And treated him a score of times since then - Somehow it’s fitting I should let him go. |
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| He trusts me and holds up a paw, unasked: “One needle more old friend-the best and last”.Thus to put off the weariness of pain - Slip soft from sleep to silence, suffering past. |
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