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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 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.
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 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 and I will leave you knowing, with the last breath I drew, my
fate was ever safest in your hands.
By Beth Norman Harris
