I force myself to go on, paw after paw
and in my mind I replay the fangs, the claws,
the beasts that drove me from my home
and now, hurt, I walk alone

The soft winds caress my backside
while trees watch me, pity-eyed
and my terrible wound, how it hurts so
a **** in my side, bleeding, the flesh below

I am dying, this I know is true
but the grass is still green, the sky, dark blue
I am dying, and this I accept
for the birds still sing, the forest well kept

Now I walk alone, wandering, but not lost
I seek a destination, and go there I dost
The moon shall keep me company, always at my side
There he encourages, no matter how slow my stride

I howl at him, my snout in the air
The sound is weak, but I do not care
For this is my last, my last before I leave
The last sights I see, the air I breathe

I am returning home, the place where I was born
where I was a pup, before the ties torn
Home, where dying things go
for Home means safety, comfort, even if alone

It is where I know best, of joy and play
So I go on and hope for another day
Yes, I am afraid, for I do not know
but now I am at peace, whenever I go

The wind sings me to sleep and to this I leave
the trees cry, and the moon will grieve