Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your
hand
between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly
teach
me
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 fall
on 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...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
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