Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all
the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving
heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I would
lick your hand between the blows, your patience and
understanding would 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 for no greater glory than the privilege
of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though if you had 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, though I would
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 and sight, do not turn me
away from you.
Rather, hold me gently in your arms while skilled hands
grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest and I will
leave you, knowing with my last breath my fate was ever
safest in your hands.
** Author Unknown **
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