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At the bottom of the old shelter, in a wooden niche,
For two years I've been purging, for believing too much in you,
Every day I wait for you, certain you'll come,
Every night I fall asleep, without you there.
Yet I'm sure I'll recognize you,
Come offer me a hand, I'll lick it off you,
You remember so well, when I used to jump on you,
You caressed me, I danced for joy.
What happened that June 16th,
Happy as you were, I remember well,
You whistled, you sang, as you packed the suitcases,
That you tied me up, there, in front of that church.
I can't understand, and will never believe,
That you, who were so tender, could be so evil,
Maybe you're far away, in another country,
But when you come back, I'll be too old.
Your absence weighs on me, and the days are so long,
My body is exhausted, and my heart mourns,
I have no taste for anything, and I'm getting so ugly,
That no one will ever adopt me.
But I don't want anyone to find me a master,
I show my teeth, and I look treacherous,
To whoever will take me, or caress me,
For all illusions, at last take them away.
For it's you I'm waiting for, Ready to forgive you,
To fill you with joy, as best I can,
And I'm sure, you see, that together we'll know how,
Live happy days in reconciliation.
For this, I'm ready, to make great efforts,
To stay close to you, to watch over you when you sleep,
And to be satisfied, even if I'm very hungry,
A common bone and a piece of bread.
I never said anything, when you hit me,
For no reason, when you were angry,
You had every right, I was at your service,
I loved you beyond measure, I accepted all your vices.
You put me in chains, or locked me up,
You left me days without eating or drinking,
I slept many a night in my roofless kennel,
Paralyzed, stiff, so cold I was.
But if you come back, we'll leave together,
We'll go through the door that looks like,
A prison door, that I no longer wish to see,
And in which, alas, I crushed so much black.
There, my dream ends, for I see the guard,
Then the nurse, and the vet further on,
They enter the enclosure, and their pale faces
Tell us a lot about what they're bringing.
I'm happy, you see, because in a few moments,
I'll forget everything, and, like two years ago,
I fell asleep on you, my dear and great friend,
I'll sleep forever, thanks to... euthanasia.
And if you ever think of me again,
Don't cry, don't get emotional,
For you, I was “just a dog”, you preferred the sea,
If you'd known before, I'd have paid less.
I address a prayer to all you humans,
Killing me as a child would have pained my mother,
But it would have been better for me this way,
And you wouldn't have had to do it today.
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English (United Kingdom) 
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