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 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.
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 worshipper.
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 away from me.
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
draw,
my fate was ever safest in your hands.
~ A M E N ~
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