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If It Should Be..
If it should be I grow frail and weak
And pain prevents my peaceful sleep,
Then will you do what must be done
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.You will be sad, I understand.
Selfishness might stay your hand.
But on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.We've had so many happy years
That what's to come can hold no fears.
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 until the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.I know in time you too will see
It is a kindness you do for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.Do not 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.
Vicki Cuthertson
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