I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
--Beth Norman Harris
To the staff at Ipswich Animal Hospital who guided and helped us through this time of crisis. Dr Kate Johnson, Maurella, & Tracey. The good doctors sure hands were steady and unfaltering as she painlessly helped Draven to the rainbow bridge, even though I know her heart ached as well.
To Rosanna Sands who has been my rock of understanding and support through this time. Draven adopted her as Mom and loved her dearly as well.
To Elizabeth Snow who was there for me when I came home from the hospital alone. Thank you so much for your support, the card, and the flowers in memory of my dear boy.
