Before humans die, they write their last Will and Testament, give their home and all they have, to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I'd ask.
To a poor and lonely stray I'd give:
- My happy home
- My bowl and cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys
- The lap, which I loved so much
- The hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which spoke 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 whose life has held no joy or hope and give MY place to HIM.
This is the only thing I can give . . . The love I left behind.