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 stand
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 the time comes, please
let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll
tend,
Only, stay with me until the
end.
And hold me firm and speak to
me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
It is a kindness that you do
to me.
Although my tail its last has
waved,
From pain and suffering I have
been saved.
Do not grieve it should be you,
Who must decide this thing to
do.
We've been so close, we two
these years,
Don't let your heart hold any
tears.
Author Unknown
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