Treat me kindly, my beloved master for no heart in the world
is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I 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 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 be 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 from you. Rather hold
me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful
boon of eternal restand I will leave you knowing with the last
breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
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