A Dog's Prayer Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the world is more grateful
for kindness than mine. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for although I should
lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will teach me
more quickly 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 I hear your step. When the weather is cold
and wet, please take me inside for I am a domesticated animal, no longer used to
bitter elements, and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were
were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food so that I may
stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side standing
ready to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And master, when I am very old and the Greatest Master sees fit to deprive me
of my health and sight, do not turn me away, rather, see that my trusting life is
gently taken away and I shall leave you knowing with the last breath I draw, my
fate was always safest in your hands.
Beth Norman Harris
