A Dog's Prayer
Beth Norman Harris
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 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 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. Treat me kindly, my beloved
master, for no heart in all the world is more
grateful for kindness than the loving heart of
me.
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