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 mine.
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 footstep 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 you had 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 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.
by Beth Norman Harris
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