I, Silverdene Emblem O'Neil, because the burden of my years and infirmities that are heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my last will and testament in the mind of my Master.
He will not know it is there until after I am gone.
Then, remembering me in his loneliness, he will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask him to inscribe it as a memorial to me.
I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property.
They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my loyalty.
These I leave to all those who have loved me, especially to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me the most.
I ask my Master and my Mistress to remember me always, but not to grieve for me too long.
In my life, I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow, and a reason for added joy in their happiness.
It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain.
Let them remember that while no dog has ever had a happier life (and this I owe to their love and care for me), now that the cancer has overcome me and I am not able to run and play, my pride has sunk to a sick, bewildered humiliation.
I feel life is taunting me with having overlingered my welcome.
It is time I said good-bye, before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me.
It will be a sorrow to leave them, but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life.
What may come after death, no one is certain? I believe that there is a Paradise awaiting us. Where all the day one dillies and dallies. Where each blissful hour is mealtime.
Where in the long evenings there are a million fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one curls oneself up and blinks into the flames and nods and dreams,
Where there is no sickness or sorrow, and one remembers the old brave days on earth and the love of one's Master and
I am afraid that this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect but I trust our creator, God, to deliver me. And peace, at least, is certain. Peace and a long rest for my weary old heart and head and limbs, and eternal sleep for my body in the earth I have loved so well. Perhaps, after all, this is best.
One last word of farewell, dear Master and Mistress.
Whenever you visit my grave, say to yourselves with regret but also with happiness in your hearts at the remembrance of my long, happy life with you:
"Here lies one who loved us and whom we loved".
No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.
I will always love you as only a dog can.
Till we meet again!
Silverdene Emblem O'Neil