Treat me kindly my beloved friend, for no heart
in all the world is more grateful for the kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I might lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you know by the wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon 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.
Please keep my pan filled with fresh water for I cannot tell you
when I suffer from thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and to stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, my friend, when I am old and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently.
I shall leave the earth knowing
that with the last breath
I draw that my fate was always safest
in your hands.
| Terry |