Treat me kindly, 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 sweetest
music in the world, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ears.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated
animal, no longer used to the 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 the 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 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 that with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
