Swiftcurrent Creek all the world you roam, turns you into stone

Silence. He can feel his heart beating faster as the seconds tick by, breath starting to hitch without reason. He starts to clean her more quickly, frantic now, as if that might rouse a response from her.
But there's nothing.
Nothing.
« Mom? » Nothing. There's nothing there. « Mom? » Nose in her neck fur, her ear, then pushed right up against her muzzle to feel the breath coming through. Nothing. « No — you — no! » He doesn't feel himself stepping back, but suddenly he's looking down at her and she looks so small, so stiff. But it's not her. Not anymore. Everything that had made it her is gone, and now —
Now it's just some worn out lump of flesh. A piece of meat waiting to rot. Now it's an object, where once there had been a whole life, a whole world behind her eyes that he'd always wished he could have known.
You never even told me you loved me.
For a moment, tears bite at his eyes, angry and persistent —

And then they're gone, and he feels nothing.