Chrystal Ann Kaminski (surrealkiller) wrote,
Chrystal Ann Kaminski

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Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the
world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of

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 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 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 worshipper.

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.

-Beth Norman Harris
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