Before humans die, they write their last Will & Testament, give their home at all they have,
to these they leave behind. It with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I' d ash...
To a poor and Aeneid stray l give:
My happy home.
My hem & may bed, soft pillows and all my deys.
The lap, which I loved so much.
The hand that melted my fur & the sweet voice which spoke my name
I' d Will to the sad, scared shelter dog, the place I had in my
humane loving heart, of which there seemed he bounds,
Se, when I die, please do not say, “I will never have a
pet again, for the less and pain is mere than I can stand."
Instead, find an unlaced dog, ene whose life has
held nojay or hope and give MT place to HIM..
This is the only thing I ciuy. .