A DOG'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 although 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 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 the land,
for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper. 
 
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 so 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 draw,
my fate was ever safest in your hands.

--- Beth Norman Harris ---