To a poor & lonely stray, I’d give my happy home. My bowl & cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys. The lap, which I loved so much, the tender, loving touch. The hand that stroked my fur & sweet voice which called my name. I’d will to the sad, scared shelter dog, the place I had in my human’s loving heart of which there seemed no bounds.
So, when I die, please do not say, “I will never have a pet again, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand.” Instead, go find an unloved dog. One who’s life has held no joy or hope, and give MY place to HIM.
This is the only thing that I can give… The Love I left behind.
THIS is my inheritance! My Will & Last my Testament.