Sasha was the most remarkable of dogs.  Kind in spirit.  Gentle of soul.  She was a registered, chocolate labrador retriever.  She gave birth to several litters of puppies, always being the best of mothers.  One of my most cherished memories of her was when a stray kitten wandered into the yard.  As I watched from a distance, not knowing what to expect, as the kitten approached her she raised her head, then lay back down, the kitten nestled up next to her.  She raised that kitten, and we still have one of the kittens ofspring today.  This was her true nature, never complaining, never cross, never cruel.  She truely was a gift from God.  We will always remember her and miss her.

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The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak

and pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then you must do what must be done,

For this--the last battle--can't be won.

You will be sad I understand,

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,

What is to come can hold no fears

You'd not 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 til 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.

Author Unknown