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 I’ve 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