If I Should Grow Frail

Rest in peace. Tails High, Brethren, Sistren. The world just become that much less bearable. “Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.”

If it should be that I grow frail and weak

And pain does 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 you 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 kindness 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 now 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.

Julia Napier, copyright 1999