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 footsteps 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 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, 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.