A Pet's Prayer

 



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,

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 filed with fresh water,

for although I should not reproach you if it were 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 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.

 

 

Author Unknown

 

 

 

*Reposted 9/15/08 In Loving Memory of Gary 3/11/97 - 9/14/08*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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