If it should be that I grow frail and week, 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.

You will be sad - I understand, don't let your grief then 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 can hold no fears,
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
until the end, and hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know, in time, you too, will see, It is a kindness, you do for me.
All though my tail, its last have waved, from pain and
 suffering I have been saved.

Don't grieve that 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.