If it should be that I grow frail and weak

and pain should keep me from my sleep.

Then will you 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 on this day, more than 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 to my need 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 for me.

Although my tail its last has waved,

From pain and suffering I have been saved

Don't grieve that it must be you

Who has to decide this thing to do:

We've been so close, we two, these years,

Don't let you heart hold any tears.