Trust me kindly, my beloved master for no heart in the world is more grateful
for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I 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 worlds sweetest music, as you must
know by the fierce wagging of my tail when you 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 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 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, that I may be 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.