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 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 you 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 you had 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 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.
Rest in peace Maggie.