We had to put out baby, Samantha down last weekend. The hospital that cared for her when we would be away and for her check ups and care the past couple years sent us this along with a beautiful signed card from their staff: IF IT SHOULD BE - 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 last battle can't be won. You will be sad, I understand, Don't let your grief then stay your hand, Fot this day, more than all the rest, Your love and friendship stands the test. We've had so many happy years, What is to come can hold no fears, Would you want me to suffer?, So when that time comes, please let me go. Take me where my needs they'll tend, But stay beside me to the end, And 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 do for me, Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering, I've been saved. Do not grieve it must be you, Who must decide this thing to do, We've been so close, we two, these years, Remember the joys among your tears. - Anonymous