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.
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 the 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 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.
