A Dog's Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the
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 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 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.
By Beth Norman Harris