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A 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.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the 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 worshipper.
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 our arms as skilled hands grant me the
merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave knowing with
the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
Written by Beth Harris |