The Last Battle
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 - the last battle-
can't be won.
You will be sad I understand.
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,
what's to come
can hold no fears.
You'd not 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 till 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 to me.
Although my tail it's
last has waved.
From pain and suffering
I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
who has decided this thing to do.
We've been so close--
we two--these years.
Don't let your heart
hold any tears.
-Author Unknown-
