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 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 know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps
fall upon by 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 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 peace of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing
with the last breath I drew, my fate was always safest in your hands.
~unknown~ |
