I River Song, of sound mind and body, do declare my last will:
I leave all my toys, my bed, my spot in the big bed, my food, and most importantly, my beloved parents to whatever dog is lucky enough to take my place in my family. I also leave them instructions on how to repair my parents' broken hearts. I did it after they lost Foley, which was a monumental task, and it will be even harder now.
To my dear sweet Mommy, I leave the memories, the ecstasy you felt the day I walked into your life, the promises of fidelity and love we made then, which was unspoken, and fully understood. Our moment was not long, but the candle lit in that instance will burn for a lifetime and beyond. We were lucky; some dogs and parents didn't have what we did. I'll miss your laughter when you looked at me, and I wasn't trying to be funny. I wish I could still be by your side, but the fates thought differently. I will always be with you; when you hear a bark in the distance or feel an unexplained warmth at your side, I am there, as I am when you see a butterfly flitter around your head or a bird who winks at you. A breeze on your cheek will be my breath; the sun on your skin will be my warmth; rain on your shoulder my tears; the thunder and lightning in the sky me pawing your hand to get attention; and the morning dew me signing my love on the grass.
To my online Facebook, Blogger, and Tanner Brigade friends, I thank you for your beloved company. I shall miss the conversation we shared, and when I have a story to tell, I will imagine what you would say and smile.
I left behind my harnesses, leash, and blanket; all I needed was the fur I was born with. When all of you see the morning light sneaking through the blinds, that is me watching over you, and when you see a rainbow, it is me sending the total amount of my love to you.
As I say goodbye, there will be another dog in this space, and I swear to God, by Christmas time, your hearts will be filled with love.
I vow never to break your hearts again.
Now, I'm leaving my family, my friends, my ashes are at home, and my soul in the wind, the clouds are where I lie, as I write sonnets of love in the sky, and light the moon, full and high. I am standing on the mast; after being called to the sea, I say I love you all as I am sailing away.