Oh my, I am just catching up with the past two days, and I don't know what to say that hasn't been said already. You know how much I love Sasha, who has connected to the soul within so many of us. Her pictures reflect the words she has spoken so eloquently on this board, which though she may have received help with the typing, undoubtedly came straight from her. That she is able to give KatMa and PawPaw some *good days* is another reflection of her one last gift to those she loves.
This is a poem that Sasha may want us to reflect on....
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.
-- Unknown
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