FROM A DOG
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
Don't let your grief though stay your hand
For this day more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stands 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
When the time comes, please let me go
Take me to where my needs they'll tend
Only stay with me untill the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Untill my eyes no longer see
I know in time you will agree
A kindness that you do for me
Although my tail its last has waved
From pain and suffering I've been saved
And please don't grieve it should be you
Who must decide this thing to do
We've been so close - we two - these years
Don't let your heart hold any tears

Anon

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