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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 till 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.
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Dear Foster Mom/Dad ...
There I sat, alone and afraid
You got a call and came right to my aid
You bundled me up with blankets and love
And, when I needed it most, you gave me a hug
I learned that the world was not all that scary and cold
That sometimes there is someone to have and to hold
You taught me what love is, you helped me to mend
You loved me and healed me and became my first friend
And just when I thought you'd done all you do
There came along not one new lesson but two
First you said, Sweetheart, you’re ready to go
I’ve done all I can and you’ve learned all I know
Then, you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss
Along came a new family, they even have kids!
They took me to their home, forever to stay
At first I thought you sent me away
Then that second lesson became perfectly clear
No matter how far, you will always be near
And so, Foster Mom, you know I’ve moved on
I have a new home with toys and a lawn
But I’ll never forget what I learned that first day
You never really give your fosters away
So you gave me these thoughts to remember you by
We may never meet again and now I know why
You’ll remember I lived with you, for a short time
I may not be yours but you’ll always be mine
author unknown
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Animals come into our lives as gifts from God, for companionship, to teach us, and to heal us.
