Alison, I cried today as I read your post, not because Bella is gone, but because the bitter/sweet saga of her life in a way represents the very best and the very worst of what owning a dog is all about. The best is seen in the years you shared together, the devotion she gave you, the trust she placed in you, the love you showed in your valiant battle for her recovery, the devotion you gave which went above and beyond what so many of us could have provided in your situation. The worst in how she was so violently injured and how you had to watch her suffering and how your time together was cut short, and how painful it was to make the decision that had to be made to let her go. I cried for you, I cried for Bella, and I cried for my two departed ones. I know that you will have a heavy heart for a while, but know that you were the most valiant of caretakers. This poem is printed in another location on this board, but it bears repeating for Bella.

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 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.

Author Unknown

[This message has been edited by RachelJ (edited February 12, 2001).]