A Dog's Prayer

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 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 fall 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 the 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 worshipper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for although I should not approach 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 all 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.

by Beth Norman Harris

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