If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should 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,
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day, more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stands the test.
We've had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears
Would you want me to suffer? So ...
When that time comes please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
But stay beside me to the end
And 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 do for me
Although my tail its last has waved
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Do not grieve it must be you
Who must decide this thing to do
We've been so close., we two, these years
Remember joy among your tears.
Written by: Anonymous
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