Someone posted this here a while back. It seems fitting.
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 last battle can't be won You will be sad, I understand Don't let your grief then stay your hand For this day, more than all the rest Your love and friendship stand the test We've had so many happy years What is to come can hold no fears. Would you want me to suffer? So When the time comes, please let me go. Take me where my needs they'll tend Only, stay with me until the end And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see It is a kindness that you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved >From pain and suffering I have been saved. Do not grieve it should be you Who must decide this thing to do. We've been so close, we two these years Don't let your heart hold any tears.
