Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the world is more
grateful for kindness than my loving heart.
Do not break my spirit with a stick for though I would lick your hand
between 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 worldıs 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 domestic
animal no longer used to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than
the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you
had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest
upon the softest pillow, for you are my god and I am your devoted
worshiper. Keep my pan filled with fresh water for, although 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
biding, walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect
you with my life should yours be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to take 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 draw that my fate was
ever safe in your hands.
Beth Norman Harris