Do not break my spirit with a
stick, for although I should lick your hand between
blows, your patience and understanding will quickly
teach me the things you would have me learn.
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.
Please take me inside when it is
cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no
longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no
greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your
feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with
fresh water, for 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, my friend, when I am very
old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and
sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going.
I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting
life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth
knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was
always safest in your hands.
- Author Unknown