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 do.
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 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 should
the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health, do not turn
me away from you. Rather, hold me gently in your arms as skilled
hands grant me eternal rest-and I will leave you knowing with the
last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
