In honour of every dog out there who wags their tail and licks a face.
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 - 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.
Take me to where my needs 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 kindess you do to 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 your heart hold any tears.
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