The Day
How do you know when the time is right?
When the eyes that once sparkled have lost their light?
When the robust body that used to run and play
has lost its shape, is fading away?
Without words to voice her plight,
she looks to her master to set things right.
Her life’s been long, her service true.
The days remaining now are few.
How do you know which day is the one?
When to make that call, to say she’s done?
To take that step, that last loving endeavor
that will part her from your life forever?
They say it is an act of kindness shown
to a faithful friend, to guide her home.
Home to the place where she will rest,
until the day when we are blessed
to hold her again, watch her run and play;
Then we will know that was the day.
Lelah D. Walters
9/19/09
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