Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The Legacy

A coworker at work lost her precious kitty this past week.  She suddenly passed with no warning - she was only 5 years old. A friend gave her this poem and she was sweet enough to share with me so I could share with you. 

The Legacy
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 cosy 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 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 cat
And give my place to him.
This is the legacy I leave behind -
Tis all I have to give.

--author unknown

After receiving the poem she visited a shelter and saved two sweethearts from being killed.

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