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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. -- Julia Napier. The Last Battle - Part of the Pet Loss Healing and Inspirational Poetry Collection.
Pet loss grief poem ‘The Last Battle’, one of the most well known of the pet loss poems, is a poem about that evitable time we all know we have to face but secretly dread.
Aug 25, 2015 · 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.
The Last Battle – Pet Loss Poem. For this — the last battle — can’t be won. Your love and friendship must stand the test. You wouldn’t want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go. Until my eyes no longer see. It is a kindness you do to me. From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Aug 1, 2010 · The Last Battle is a beautiful deceased pet poem. Poem tells the sad story of pet crossing over the Rainbow Bridge and providing comfort to its owners.
Here, we explore a collection of heartfelt poems that pay tribute to pets who have crossed the rainbow bridge. 1. "The Last Battle" by Unknown. One of the most poignant poems about pet loss, "The Last Battle" offers comfort and reassurance during this difficult time.
Nov 30, 2020 · Here are some poems to help you as you face this challenging moment in life. 1. “The Last Battle” by Unknown. This poem is perfect for someone who is struggling with the decision as to whether or not it is time to euthanize a pet. It is written from the dog’s perspective.
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.
The Last Battle. by Alfred Noyes. Kings of the earth, Kings of the earth, the trumpet rings for warning, And like the golden swords that ray from out the setting sun. The shout goes out of the trumpet mouth across the hills of morning, Wake; for the last great battle dawns and all the wars are done.
