To a poor and lonely stray, I'd give:
- my happy home
- my bowl and cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys
- the lap which I loved so much and the tender loving touch
- the hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which called my name
I'd will to the sad, scared shelter dog, the place I had in my human's loving heart, of which their seemed no bounds.
So, when I die, please do not say, "I will never have a pet again, for the loss and the pain are more than I can stand." Instead, go find an unloved animal, one who's life holds no hope or joy, and give my place to him.
This is the only thing that I can give... the love I left behind.
Text found at Galveston Daily News ["Author anonymous, included in a recently published book in Germany 'Der Verlust eines Hundes' (The Loss of a Dog) by Elli Radinger, translated by Janet Beasley."]
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