Before humans die they write their last will and testament giving all their worldly goods to those they leave behind. If, with my paws I could do the same, this is what I would ask:
To the poor and lonely stray, I’d leave my happy home; my bowl and cosy bed; soft pillow and all my toys; the lap which I loved so much; the hand which stroked my fur; and the sweet voice that spoke my name.
I’d will to the sad scared shelter dog, the place that I had in my human’s loving heart, of which there seamed no bounds.
So, when I die, please do not say “I will never have another pet, for the loss and pain is more than I can stand.”
Instead, go find an unloved dog, one who’s life has held no love or hope, and give my home to him.
This is the only thing I can give… the love I left behind.