If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep:
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle can’t be won.
You will be sad, I understand;
But don’t let grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We’ve had so many happy years;
What is to come can hold no fears.
You don’t want me to suffer so…
The time has come, please let me go.
I know in time you will agree,
It was a kindness done for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I am saved.
Please do not grieve that it was you,
Who had this painful thing to do.
We’ve been so close all these years;
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
(Author Unknown)