Susan,
There will always be a slight sadness in your heart but it will not be as great as the gladness having had Palmer in your life gave you.
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
It is very sad that we all fight so hard to keep our wonderful companions healthy and happy but we can't win the last battle. I am a warrior when it comes to this battle, but I also know that Dexter couldn't have gone any further. He gave it his best and so did I. Just as you and Palmer gave it your best. Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Christy


We love reading them, you tell them so well.
Just remember you have many folks here who love you and are looking forward to your safe return!
