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If I Should Grow Frail

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 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 until 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 for 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.

阿寶：好感動啊～

阿豆：係啊，到左個日，千祈唔好心軟，要俾醫生幫貓奴打支針，等佢快d...

貓奴：x#y$z#&!xy&$z!! >:-[