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This exceptional poem was sent to us by Jean from North Carolina who recently lost Romulas,
a full grown wolf which became her best friend and companion for 5 short year.

The Last Battle
(This is dedicated to Romulas)
 

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 can't be won.

You will be sad, I understand, don't let the grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest, your love and friendship 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; when the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my needs they'll tend, and stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time, you will see, it is a kindness you do for me.
Although my tail its last has waved, from pain and suffering I've been saved.

Don't grieve that it should be you, who must decide this thing to do,
We've been so close, we two, these years; don't let your heart hold any tears.

Smile, for we walked together for a little while.
 

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