This is a poem that I found quite awhile ago and had it filed away in memory. It can be found in several web sites via Google. I am posting it especially for some blogging friends. Mary and Tim Livingston have had Golden Retrievers for many, many years. Mary’s beloved dog died far too young and this is a post just for her. Mary has the blog “The Backdoor Artist.” Tim’s blog is “The Forester.” Both blogs are wonderful with many posts and wonderful photos of and about the Golden’s in their life. I can not make the link thing work. But scroll down to where the blogs that I follow are at the bottom of this blog. If you click on the names of the blogs it will take you there. In the past if was working just by clicking. Since this blog is “having a spell” I’m not sure what it will do.
The poem is by an unknown author
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 cozy bed, my cushioned chair, my toy.
The well loved lap, the gentle stroking 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 it’s loss”
Seek out some lonely, unloved dog
And give my place to him.
This is the legacy I leave behind -
’til all I have to give.