Answer:
I am not alive but I can die. What am I?
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I am always in front of you but you will never see me
I am what bring things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere.
I mean goodbye for South Americans.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk