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~ A Dog's Prayer ~ |
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Treat
me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the world is more grateful
for kindness then the loving heart of mine. 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 falls upon my
waiting ears. When
it is cold and wet, please take me inside, 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. I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands. |