The Shed Notebook: National Poetry Month: "The Last Battle"

Our sweet Lily died during the night in her sleep. We didn't have to make a decision to end of her life today. I still love the heartfelt meaning of this poem.

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this — the last battle — can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But 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,
You wouldn't 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 till 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.

— Unknown

Remembering Lily: 2005-2019

We said good-bye to our sweet Lily this morning. We adopted Lily and her brother Sweet William from our friend Glen after his wife died in 2005. Lily always marched to a different drummer. For long periods of time she would spend her time in solitude.  Ohter times she would be close to us and the other pets. 

When they were younger they loved being close to each other.

She always watched her back!

The greenhouse at Martin Creek was her favorite place to hang out.

She was a beautiful cat.

She lived the good life. She loved to hang out outdoors when she was younger. I never knew where I might find her. She had a shelf in the garage, a spot on the woodpile, and a chair in the gazebo she loved, We are all in mourning today at our house.

“When the cat you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.” – Unknown