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If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand;
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years -
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come, so let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
And please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve - it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years -
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.

Author Unknown

Tribute to Duke

It doesn’t happen every night. In fact, it’s very, very rare. I think that’s why most people don’t even know it exists. I’ve only seen it a few times, and only because I work nights. Occupational hazard, I guess.

It’s not even close to dawn when it happens, not really. It’s usually in the middle of night. Early morning. 2 AM. 3 AM.

It cracks through the window quietly, and it’s usually only when you’re up late—studying, reading, tossing and turning in bed. You catch it out of the corner of your eye, and you think maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you.

And you see little glimmers of light outside. But something that almost fills the whole sky.

Like a daylight that came too early.

Like a daylight that’s… not… quite…

It’s not morning. It’s not sunlight, and if you catch the sky lightening before it’s supposed to, do not look outside. Keep your eyes down. Shut the blinds.

Lock the doors.

And try not to listen to what’s outside the windows.

There’s nobody out there.

It’s just the noise of the wind.

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