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 footsteps 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.
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