Hi Jackie. I think this is the one you speak of. Someone gave it to me when I lost my Lab of a Lifetime, Jingles. It still makes me cry to read it. There is also "A Dog's Prayer." I will c&p it in a bit.
Hope everyone's ok....Love, Sandra
"If It Should Be"
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 cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must 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,
The time has come, please let me go.
Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me until the end,
I know in time that you will see,
The kindness that you did for me,
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve, it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do,
We've been so close, we two, these years,
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Here's the other, also known as "A Dog's Prayer"
Treat me kindly
My beloved master,
for no heart in all the world is more grateful
for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for though I should lick your hand between the blows,
your patience and understanding will
quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail
when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside,
for I am now a domesticated animal,
no longer used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the privilege
of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would rather follow you
through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for although I should not reproach you were it dry,
I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well,
to romp and play and do your bidding,
to walk by your side, and stand ready,
willing and able to protect you with my life
should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master,
should the great Master see fit to deprive me
of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.
Rather hold me gently in your arms as
skilled hands grant me the merciful bond of eternal rest.
And I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew,
my fate was ever safest in your hands
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