It's ironic - and typical of my life, I think, I think, but perhps just typical of Spain - that I've hung on and hung on to try to make a will that'd help charities and now at last a lawyer's coming here tomorrow and then back a week or fortnight later for me to sign, it's going to be too late - I'll either have swallowed my Last Rescue Dose or be delirious and carted off to die full of tubes in a hospital after all. 
Such a shame.. I do hope someone will care for Mop, at least. They promise, but now I know I can't really trust anyone.