Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, 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 learn.
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.
Please take me inside when it is cold
and wet, for I am a domesticated animal,
no longer accustomed to bitter elements.
I ask no greater glory than the privilege
of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for 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, my friend, when I am very old, and
I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and
sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep
me going. I am not having any fun. Please
see that my trusting life is taken gently.
I shall leave this earth knowing with the
last breath I draw that my fate was always
safest in your hands.
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