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