If It Should Be
If it should be
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain does keep me from my sleep.
Then will you do what must done
For this – the 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 the 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.
I know that in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me
Although my tail its last has wagged
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don’t grieve that it must now be you
Who has to decide this thing to do
We’ve been so close – we two – these years
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
~ Author Unknown ~