by Ingrid Lambie
It it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain does 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 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 its last has waved.
From pain and suffering I have been saved
Don't grieve that it must now be you
Who has to decide this thing to do
We've been so close - we two (three) - these years
Don't let your heart hold any tears