by Anika Currie
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 grief stay your hand,
For this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test,
We've had so many happy 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.
I know in time you will 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 close, we three, these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears
Smile, for we walked together
for a while.
RIP
May 18 1989
March 14 2003