To my master, to my mistress
The burden of my years and of my infirmities is
heavy and I feel the end is near. That is why I, TANGO G. Ratay, (known
as TANGO by my parents, friends and acquaintances), wish to dispose of that
which is locked away in my soul - my last will and testament.
I have few worldly possessions to bequeath. Dogs
being wiser than men, they hardly attach any value to material things.
have nothing precious to leave except my affection and my fidelity. I leave
these to all those who have loved me particularly to those who will miss me
the most, Daniel and Chantal who have been so good to me. Maybe it is wrong
of me to feel the way I do but I have always been an extremely affectionate
I ask of Daniel and Chantal to always remember
me but not to cry too long for me. All of my life, I have tried to comfort
them in their sadness and to add to their moments of joy. It is very hard
for me to think that my death would bring them grief. I would ask them to
remember that because of their kind-heartedness and their affection, I was
the happiest of dogs,
But today, almost blind, deaf and my teeth so
bad that I can hardly eat; my pride has given way to humility, which
disheartens me. I feel that life is getting back at me for making the
festivity of life last too long. I must say goodbye before becoming a burden
to myself and to those who have given me their affection. It will be painful
for me to leave them, but not to die.
Unlike man, dogs have no fear of death. What
happens after, who knows? But I’m sure of one thing, I will find everlasting
peace and respite for my old heart, my old head and legs and I will find
eternal sleep in this ground that I so loved. It is a final wish that I
sincerely devise. I heard my mistress say: “When TANGO dies, we will never
have another dog. I love him so much that I couldn’t ever have another”. But
now, for love of myself I would ask her to change her mind. It would be a
poor tribute to my memory to never want to own another dog.
I would really like to keep the sentiment that,
now that I have become a part of the family that it would be impossible to
live without the company of man’s best friend! I have never been exclusive
or jealous. I always maintained that all around me are good (even the
cat…Gamine, that I at times authorized to share my bed). I tolerated her
friendship in a spirit of generosity and in my rare sentimental moments even
offered a bit in exchange.
Also, I would suggest that my mistress choose
another dog to her liking to replace me. I will be difficult for it to be
better behaved, as polite, as distinguished and as handsome as I was in my
youth. But I’m sure that it will do it’s best and that it’s inevitable
faults will only in contrast, serve to perpetuate my memory even more. I
leave her my collar, my leash, my bed and my Christmas stuff.
A last word to Daniel, Chantal and to Gamine,
who will undoubtedly live longer than me. Each time that you think of me:
say to yourselves with regret but with happiness, while remembering the long
years that I was by your side: “Tango was a being that loved us and who we
loved.” Say it so profoundly that even in my deepest sleep I will hear you
and even the power of death will not be able to stop my dog’s soul from
wagging my tail in gratitude.
Your faithful dog who will be watching over you
May 1995-Jan 2010
Rest in peace my furry best friend.