When the years you’ve carried start to weigh and slow,
When your bones grow weary and your steps turn small,
Will you whisper to me when it’s time to heed the call?
When your sight grows dim and your hearing wanes,
When the scents you’ve chased drift out of reach,
And the things you love stop making sense,
Will you let me know when it’s time for peace?
As we meet the days at your gentle pace,
Filling up on those last moments we still get to share,
Will you show me when you’ve lived your full life,
And when you’re ready for your last walk?
I’ll take you to where the good dogs go,
Perhaps a place where it always snows.
I’ll unleash you one last time and set your old body free,
Holding a lifetime of you forever in my memory.
Will you tell me, Juno, when it’s time to go?
Footloose Diary 