A Dog’s Will

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 toy,

The well-loved lap, the gently stoking 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 my legacy I leave behind

‘Tis all I have to give.

Thank you to David Dron for sending this – lovely