THE LAST BATTLE If it should be that I grow frail and week and pain should keep me from my sleep then you must do what must be done for this the last battle cant be won you will be sad I understand but dont let grief stay our 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 would not want me to suffer so =when the time comes please let me go; take me to where my needs are they will tend only stay with me to the very 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 for me although my tail its last has waved; from pain and suffering I have been saved my beautiful greyhound
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