We took you to the vet; we know you're dying.
Of course we really knew before we knew
Just by the changes that occurred in you,
But now at last there is no use in lying
To ourselves. Your love for death-defying
Leaps is in the past, and you won't do
Even the normal things you had loved to;
But we must make the most of this. No crying
Because we have you for a moment still
Hanging on with us and life. We know
You're going to leave us soon, and yet until
You do, we promise not to make you go:
The time for that is left up to your will,
Or rather to your body, pained and slow.
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