The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow
frail and weak,
And pain should keep me
from my sleep,
Then will you do what must
be done?
For this-- the last battle
can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then
stay your hand.
For on this day, more than
the rest,
Your love and friendship
must stand the test.
We have had so many happy
years,
You wouldn't want me to
suffer so,
When the time comes, please
let me go.
Take me to 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 will agree,
It is a kindness you do
for me.
Although my tail its last
has waved,
From pain and suffering
I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must
be you,
Who has to decide this thing
to do.
We've been so close for
all these years,
Don't let your heart hold
any tears.
Author Unknown
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