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 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 take me inside
 for I am now a domesticated animal,
 no longer used to bitter elements.
 And I would 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 to
rest upon the softest pillow in the warm
 home in all the land, for you
 are my God and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with with fresh water,
 for although I should not reproach
you were it dry, I can not 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 gentle
 in your arm 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 Harries