I ask my Master and 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 I have grown blind and deaf andlame，and even my sense of smell fails me so that a rabbit could be right under my nose and I might not know，my pride has sunk to a sick，bewildered humiliation.I feel life is taunting me with having over lingered my welcome.It is time I said goodbye，before I become too sick a burden on myself and on those who love me.
It will be sorrow to leave them，but not a sorrow to die.Dogs do not fear death as men do.We accept it as a part of life，not as something alien and terrible which destroys life.What may come after death，who knowsI would like to believe that there is a Paradise where one is always young and full-bladdered;here all the day one dillies and dallies with an amorous multitude of houris，beautifully spotted;where jack-rabbits that run fast but not too fast（like the houris）are as the sands of the desert;where each blissful hour is mealtime;where in 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，remembering the old brave days on earth，and the love of one’s Master and Mistress.
I am afraid this is too much for even such a dog as I am to expect.But peace，at least，is certain.Peace and long rest for weary old heart and head and limbs，and eternal sleeps in the earth I have loved so well.Perhaps，after all，this is best.One last request I earnestly make.I have heard my Mistress say，“When Blemie dies we must never have another dog.I love him so much I could never love another one.”
Now I would ask her，for love of me，to have another.It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again.