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 know.
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 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 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 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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