If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should 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 your 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.
He was with us for such a very short time, but in that time he became so special to me, he was my shadow, I loved him dearly. On the 6th anniversary of Angels death, how ironic and cold nature and life can be.
Sleep well my darling in the arms of an angel
