Wildsides Qui Shani
Min mentor! Min Lille Pitt-Bull!
If it should be that i go frail and week
and pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this last battle can’t 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 frendship stand the test.
We’ve had so many happy years
what is to come – can have no fears.
You’d not want me to suffer so,
when the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they’ll tend
only stay with me until the end.
And hold me firm and speak to me
until my eye no longer see.
I know in time you too will see
it is kindness you do to me.
Although my tail it’s last has waved
from pain and suffering i’ve been saved.
Don’t grieve that it should be you
who has to decide this thing to do,
We’ve been so close, we two those years
don’t let your heart hold any tears