Tara's   Poem



If it should be that I grow weak

And pain should keep me from my sleep

Then you must do what must be done

For this last battle can not be won


You will be sad, I understand

Don't let your grief then stay your hand

For this day, more than the rest

Your love and friendship stands the test


We've had so many happy years

What is to come can hold no fears

Would you want me to suffer so

Please when the time comes, let me go


Take me where my needs they'll tend

Only stay with me to the end

And hold me firm and talk to me

Until my eyes no longer see


I know in time that you will see

It is a kindness that you do for me

Although my tail its last has waved

From pain and suffering Iíve 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


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