The Legacy
When humans die, they make a will
To leave their homes and all they haveto 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 toy.
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 toa 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 it's loss"
Seek out some lonely, unloved dog
And give my place to him.
This is the legacy I leave behind -'tis all I have to give.
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Author unknown.
