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,
So when the time comes...just
please just let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend, only...stay with me until 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 for 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 decided this thing to do,
We've been so close...we two...these years, don't let your heart hold any tears.
I got to
the gate of Heaven yesterday, after we said good bye,
I began to miss you terribly, because I heard you cry.
Suddenly there was an Angel, and she asked me to enter Heavens gate,
I asked her if I could stay outside and wait for someone who'd be late,
I wouldn't make much noise you see, I wouldn't bark or howl,
I'd only wait here patiently, and play with my tennis ball.
The Angel said I could stay right here, and wait for you to come,
Because Heaven just wouldn't be Heaven, If I went in alone.
So, I'll wait here, you take your time.
I'll watch the flowers and bunting
Make sure you bring along your gun so
we can do some hunting.
I love you Frank,
Buster
"And
God shall wipe away all tears from
their eyes and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former
things are passed away." Revelations 21: 3-4