Ben by Emsnana

A Dog’s Prayer

Treat me kindly my beloved master 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 to do 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 footstep 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 the bitter elements.

And I ask no greater glory than the privilege than sitting at your feet beside the hearth. But if you had no home I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in the land for you are my God and I am you devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water for though 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 to 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 knowing with the last breath I drew my fate was ever safest in your hands.

Author Unknown



10, Oct 1998