En vecka har nu gått sen vi lät vår älskade Malte somna in...
Det gör så ont i hjärtat.. men man försöker intala sej att det var rätt beslut.
Han skulle inte behöva lida för VÅR skull.
Sista bilderna på Malte togs när vi var vid sjön och tog premiärdoppet. Han njöt av att få simma...
Farväl min älskade vän
If it should be I grow old and Weak,
And pain does 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,
Please don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love and frienship stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come holds no fears,
You'd not want me to suffer so,
When the time comes..... please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
But try and stay until the end,
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you too will see,
It is with love you do this for me,
although my tail has waved its last,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please don't grieve that it had to be you
Who had to decide this thing to do,
We've been so close, all of us these years,
Don't let your heart hold too many tears
Sov gott