If I should grow frail (poem from my beautiful cat who died 8/3/13)

by Carol Siira
(Ocala, Florida)

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain does keep me from sleep,
then you will 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.
hen the time comes, please let me go.

Take me to where 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 now 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.

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Wondering if you're the author.
by: Alex

If you're the author of this poem, do you mind if I use it for a short video I am creating about losing a pet? Will credit if so!

They are family
by: Tuxedo Cat

Thank you so much for posting that poem! My favorite pet was a black cat which I was fortunate to have with me for 20 years. How sweet and cute he was!

I only heard him growl in one situation: I had my typewriter (back in the day) by the window, and he sat in the window looking outside and enjoying the breeze. Suddenly he began growling. He was watching a woman pass by staring up at him.

She cooked for the priests at the nearby church, and passed by six times a day to prepare meals, going home until time to go back to get the next meal on. Inky growled at her whenever she passed. Turns out she hated cats!

I wish I had been home to hold my Inky when he passed. He had curled up on the rug and seemed so comfortable and passed so quietly, my dad told me.

I am sorry for others who lost a beloved pet. They also are family!

by: Carol

Thank you all for your response, August 3rd will be one year since my precious Max was put to sleep. I still miss him terribly and dread the day when Elsa leaves me. That is his sister who turned 16 in June.

Beautiful Tribute
by: Evelyn

That was so beautiful , from the day we first adopt or they adopt us, we know their day of crossing over comes too fast.

What a lucky kitty to have had a mistress like you.

Poem: If I Should Grow Frail
by: Joyce Henderson

A very touching poem, I enjoyed it very much even though the event is rather sad. Hoping to read more you have written. I am a writer of poems and short stories myself.

regarding Carols poem
by: Linda Lively

Carol... I am very sorry to hear about your cat. That is so very hard when you loose them. I had to put 2 of mine down a couple years ago.

One was 20 yrs. old and the other a beautiful long fur Calico had a large sarcoma and was terminal.

My new kitten is a Maine Coon named Lily and she is so much like my Calico that one would think she is reincarnated as the personality is so similar.

You love them and you loose them but you keep on taking care of them because they need you. There are so many dogs and cats.

My license plate on the car says spay and neuter as I feel that is so important to help prevent unwanted litters.

If I should grow frail
by: Anonymous

Beautiful, full of authentic emotion.
A very moving poem.

Been there many times
by: Dean

Great message. My wife and I have had many pets over the last 43 years and have experienced putting a loved pet down. I didn't much care for cats when we were first married but with even the first cat we had to put to sleep my eyes filled with tears as I watched the light go out of his eyes.

by: Sheila

I applaud your beautiful sentiments regarding your cat. Many of us have had to do the deed we loathe in order to relieve our animals from agonizing pain. But, Oh! how wonderful if we could help our human loved ones in the same way! I live in a seniors complex that houses both able seniors and others who are living out their last hours, desperate for release from the bonds of earth. I see them every day and dread the time when I may be among them.

by: Arthur C. Ford,Sr.,poet

i like the rhythm(iambic) of your poem.
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