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 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 had you 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 worshiper.

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.