Don't close the door.
Don't push me away.
Why are you leaving?
Don't make me stay.


Slow down the car.
I can't keep up.
This pavement is hot
and my pads are cut.


I've got to quit running
or my heart will pop.
Every muscle is aching.
Why don't you stop?


I'm so hungry and thirsty.
Darkness is near.
But I shouldn't leave.
He will come for me here.


Several weeks have passed.
I'm dead on my feet.
They call me a nuisance
because I eat off the streets.


Every car that passes,
I chase it to see
if it is my master
coming for me.


Though I approach
those that come near
with trust in my eyes
and no sign of fear


With hate in their voices,
and a cold, heartless stare,
they threaten to kill me.
They don't even care.


Batter my body
with rocks that they throw,
I will not leave.
He will come, don't you know?


Overtaken with weakness,
my body is numb.
I'm sick and so lonely.
Oh please, let him come!


I will go back
to where he first threw me out.
I'll wait for him there.
He will come, no doubt.


My thoughts are fading.
My chest feels like lead.
I'm sleepy, so sleepy.
I can't lift my head.


It's so quiet, so peaceful ...
all remains still.
There is my master
at my home on the hill.


Yes, I can see him.
He's calling my name.
His voice is so gentle.
His hands are the same.


He decided he wants me.
Things will be fine.
I really do love him ...
that master of mine.


My tail wags with pleasure.
I can't catch my breath.
He came in my dreams ...
but so did my death.