"Through the years, I have grown while they stood still.
I tried to keep up with their lives, but now my bones grow tired and ill.
In these final moments, I know they'll love me forevermore.
Memories now bittersweet come upon me as I walk through that front door.

One final walk through the park, one final rush of wind through my hair.
They take me to their healer, with one final look of despair.
Through that door we walk, in their hearts a sense of fear.
These are things I do not understand as my own end grew near.

You should not despair nor should you fear, for I am happy with the life I've had.
Your immortal life awaits you, for an aged one such as me, just be happy and not sad.
I'll always remember the times of happyness, the times of fun and joy.
I'll even remember the times when we played with my favourite toy.

But in these final moments, as the darkness grows ever near,
I implore you one simple request, stay right here.
Through the years I've brought you comfort and now I sincerely need some back.
As my eyes grow weary and the outside slowly grows black.

The shot given to me is a relief and not a pain.
I hope that you'll remember fondly, so my life is not in vain."
-My final moments, as written by a dog