If it should be that I grow old and week 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 this 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 has to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer, so, the time has come, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend, and please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm, and speak with me, until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you'll see, the kindness you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved, from pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve. It must be you, who has this painfull thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years, don't let your heart hold back its tears.