When human beings die they write their testament to leave their home and all they have to those they love. I’d do such, if I could write, to a poor desperate, lonely stray. I’de give him my happy home, my bowl and my cozy bed…my soft pillow and my toys…the so loved lap, the tender stroking hand, the lovely voice…the place I had in someone’s heart, the love, that at last, helped me to find a peaceful end, held me firmly in a sheltering embrace. When I die, please don’t say “I will never have a furbaby again; the loss is too much to stand. Choose a lonely, unloved dog and give him MY place. THIS IS MY INHERITENCE! The love I leave behind is all I’m able to give. ~ Author Unknown