The Last Battle


If it should be that I grow frail and weak
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 grief then stay your hand,

For on that day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We will have 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 to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me til 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 will wave,
From pain and suffering I will be saved.

Don't grieve that it must be you
Who will decide this thing to do;

We will be so close--we two-- through the years,
Don't let your heart hold the tears.


Author is unknown, but wrote beautiful words
**KC**

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