

Treat Me Kindly
My beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than this loving heart of mine.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for 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 footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please do 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 beside the hearth.
Though you would have no home, I should prefer to follow you, through ice and snow, rather than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in the land.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you, were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer from thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and to stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, master, when I am very old, if the Great Master sees fit to deprive me of my health and sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather, take my trusting life, gently, and I shall leave you knowing with the last breath I draw, that my fate was always safest in your hands.
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God Bless You ...