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 I should lick your hand between 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, do take me inside, for I am 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.

 Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you if it were dry. I can't 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.

 And, master, when I am very old or if the Great Master sees fit to deprive me of my health, do not turn me away from you. Rather, take my trusting life gently, and I shall leave you, knowing with the last breath I draw, my fate was always safest in you hands.

 Amen.

 This prayer is something I have had for many many years and just came across it today, I thought Tasha and I would share it with you.