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.
 
Don't let your grief stay your hand,
For this day more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many years,
 
What is to come can hold no fear.
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 to the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
It is a kindness you do for me
   
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Don't grieve it should be you who this thing 
     decides to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years,
 
Don't let your heart hold tears.
Smile, for we walked together for awhile.
 

~author unknown