When humans die, they make a will to leave their homes and all they have to those they love.
I, too, would make a will if I could write, to some poor wistful, lonely stray I leave my happy home.
My dish, my cosy bed, my cushioned chair, my toys.
The well-loved lap, the gentle stroking hand, the loving voice.
The place I made in someone’s heart, the love that at the last could help me to a peaceful painless end.
Held in loving arms.
If I should die, oh do not say,
“No more a pet I’ll have, to grieve me by its loss.”
Seek out some lonely, unloved dog and give my place to him.
This is the legacy I leave behind – `til al I have to give.
Author Unknown
