When human beings die they write their testament
to leave their home and all they have to those they love.
I'de 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.
to leave their home and all they have to those they love.
I'de 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.
Once I was a lonely one, just looking for a home.
I had no place to go, no one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets, in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find; I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat, or to gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance; I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.
I had no place to go, no one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets, in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find; I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat, or to gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance; I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.
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