by brandy Ratliff
If it should be that I grow weak, and painshould keep my from my sleep, Then you must do what must be done, For this last battle cannot be own.
You will be sad I understand, Don't let your grief than 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 holds no fears, You'd not want me to suffer so, The time has come please let me go.
Tke me where my needs 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, Althought my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have 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 it's tears.
In one more week you'd have been 4 years old you were taken much to soon my Prancer, I love you and I will never forget you baby.