"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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