There must be places in this world. Even in this spinning, screaming world— there must be sanctuaries, hidden or loud, tucked in the folds of our cities, where animals are not merely allowed, but welcomed. Where they can exist, in peace. Not be chased away, not treated as pests, not ignored. Where the soft and the small do not need to earn their right to live. Just exist. Live. Breathe. Be.

The goal is to create such places. The goal is to insist they exist. Even if it's only one house, one refuge, one final echo of kindness.

And so—this is my vow. My final testament.

This house—my house— shall never be sold. Never be demolished. Never be consumed by concrete greed or replaced with a blank, lifeless block of stone. No more than one floor above. Always with open gates. Always a home, a haven. Always open to any animal who wanders in from the cold and hunger. It is theirs as much as it is mine. It is a refuge. A cradle of peace.

Let the house become a garden—open and wild in summer, a greenhouse sanctuary in winter, where the wind is soft and the sun is shared. Let ivy curl, let birds nest, let paws find warmth in corners untouched by judgment. Let the wind pass gently through its walls, let the sun fall freely on fur and feathers and whiskers. Let it breathe.

I give this home to the future. To a foundation, an organization, a sacred net that catches the falling lives of our fellow creatures and will shelter the voiceless and protect the wild sparks still glowing in our cities. Let it be called the Garden of Eden—my name, my heart, my legacy, my soul, my fine art signature as a believer in divine and mercy.

Let it be a defiance. May it stand as a living contradiction, a quiet rebellion against the cruelty around it. A whisper of gentleness in a world that has forgotten to listen. A place where kindness isn’t an exception—but the law of the land. A whisper of peace and silence amidst the noise.

Let this be more than a house. A refuge, a hope for those who have no voice, and no place left to run. Let it be hope, with open doors and open arms.

Let it live. Let it love. Forever.