A Dogs Prayer
By Beth Norman Harris
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, for
your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by
the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps 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, 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.
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