the food was as I like it
Cold, wet
And in that wonderful tin can shape
I had it marked in a paw print
on the dog door
the day that I finally planned my escape
the milkman, he tried
you can bet I wanted to survive
but the truck it just came far too fast
So I write on these scraps
my remembrances past
so you don't blame yourself that I've died
they put horses out to pasture
and the birds come home to roost
ain't nothin' for a puppy
but the backyard on the loose
now I know my job was to
lie idly beside
the way the sun retreats for the moon
i had dreams of walking
the world on my own
four on the floor
every night all alone
i was ready to work
for the scruff on my neck
yearning to find something
of my own to protect
my bark, then, was surely
bigger than my bite
chewing the cud could've been
my biggest dog fight
and you know how they say
we only hear certain things that you say
well, it never mattered much to me
but for the will of the way
they put horses out to pasture
and the birds come home to roost
ain't nothin' for a puppy
but the backyard on the loose
now I know my job was to
lie idly beside
the way the sun retreats for the moon
now I loosen this collar
for a dog bone bow tie
to go up and meet
the big dog in the sky
i'll tell him when I get there
I was spoiled in your place
with the hopes that my spirit
is honored by your grace
so after you read this
memoir one day
or after you hear
my lonesome song play
don't you trouble your mind
this old hound's doin' fine
you know, goodbyes are just words
like a clock is to time
so sorry I'm not with you
so sorry I can't be
please know I was
the best friend this old mutt could be
if you remember that spot
where my favorite tree grows
I hung up my leash on a branch
now it's yours