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If it should be I grow frail and weak, And pain should wake 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 greif stay your hand For this day more than all the rest, Your love and friendship stand the test. We`ve had so many happy years What is to come will hold 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 eyes no longer see. I know in time you too will see it is a kindness you do to me. Although my tale its last has waved From pain and suffering I`ve been saved. Do not grieve that it should 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 my tears. (Lucille Sawtell) Dette diktet sendte Sølvi( Kennel Månetoppen) meg,til trøst og i forståelse av hvor tung og vanskelig den siste biten er.

Helt fra første dag hun kom til oss, var Nelly en gavepakke som ga oss de fineste verdier i livet.

Vi visste at den dagen vi IKKE vil skal komme, var nær. Morgenen den 23.juli,strauk jeg for siste gang hendene gjennom den mjuke pelsen...og alt var bare tomhet og sorg. Vår kjære, eiegode Nelly forlot oss. 12 fine, rike år sammen var over---.