If it should be I grow old and weak,
And pain should wake me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad-I understand;
Don't let your grief stay your hand,
For this day,more than all the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come will hold no fears,
You would not want me to suffer so,
When the time comes-please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
Only please stay with me to the end,
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know that 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 have been saved.
Do not grieve that it should be you
Who has to decide this thing to do,
We've been close-we two-these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears .