A Gentle hand stroking my head,
soothing words being said,
plenty of food for me to eat,
someone to bathe my old sore feet.
I'm eight years old and going grey,
my new mum says that I can stay,
she says "darling have a rest"
so I'll have a sleep, mum knows best.
My life's been hard and now I'm shattered,
I need my rest 'cause I've been battered,
It feels so strange to have a home,
where I am loved and never alone.
I'm kissed and hugged, my futures bright,
I'll sleep with mum in bed tonight.
For months I've slept out in the cold
It's too much when your'e getting old.
But now I'm safe and cared for too,
there's so many things I'd like to do,
like go for walks or play with toys,
at my age, I'm too old for boys.
There are lots of greyhounds just like me,
who are too old to home you see.
So we're staying here until the end,
With MUM, our very special friend.
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