My daughter recently lost her lovely dog after a long struggle but felt guilt ridden when the time came. I found and sent her this poem (sorry if all you pet lovers have seen it before) but it did help her and perhaps will be some comfort to Sashbash.
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. When the time comes,please let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend, only, stay with me till 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 to 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 to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close, we two, these years, don't let your heart hold any tears.
Dusty.
