Chasing a bee or a butterfly
sometimes jumping too high
yesterday is so in the past
an impulsive zany
Your body in constant motion
I wished that was devotion
with no one else's say
that you live with no regret
you scoff at me if I lecture
You make me laugh you make me cry
and now I have to say goodbye
good or bad they could not have been bought
all our memories suddenly stop at this one
those big amber eyes, my heart begins to break
The end is here, you must go to the light
but I don't want you to, so I squeeze you tight
I cradle your head close to mine
smelling your fur one last time
my silly, silly man
but now it is time for us to part
knowing that there is nothing for you to fear
don't look back, your soul is now free
Just follow the whistle of the All Mighty One
your job here is done