For de vi har mistet.

"If it should be that I grow frail and weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep, you must do what must be done, for this last battle can't be won. We've had so many happy years, what is to come can hold no fears. You would not want me to suffer, so when the time comes please let me go. I know in time you too will see, it is a 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 these years. Don't let your heart hold any tears."