Dedicated to the giants who enabled us to see the world by letting us stand on their shoulders.

If it should be

(Author unknown)

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, so let me go.

Take me where my needs they’ll tend

And please stay with me until the end.

Hold me firm and speak to me

Until my eyes no longer see.

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.



Odie and Dallas napping

About the Author: Waldemar Blanché

Learning Specialist at BlackTieLearning