A Dog's Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master

for no heart in the world is more grateful for kindness

than the loving heart of mine.

Do not beak my spirit with a stick,

for though I should 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 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 domestic 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 in all the land....for you are my god...

and I am you devoted worshipper.

Keep my dish filled with fresh water, for although

I should no 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, will 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 the last breath I draw,

my fate was ever safest in your hands.