If It Should Be

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 have 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,
only stay with me 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 kindness you do to me.
although my tail its last has waved,
from pain and suffering I've been saved.

Don't grieve that it should be you
who has to decide this thing to do.
We've been so close, we two these years,
don't let your heart hold any tears.

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