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 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 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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