Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should
lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more
quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest
music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep
falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am
now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no
greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth...
though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than
rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are
my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should
not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me
clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk
by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life,
should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to
deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me
gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal
rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was
ever safest in your hands.
Author: Beth Norman Harris
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