Do no break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick you 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 must know be the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls 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 that the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my pan full of fresh water, for 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 my friend, when I am very old, and 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 this
earth knowing with my last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in
your hands.
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