Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should
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 must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when
your footstep falls upon my waiting ears.
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.
Keep my pan filled with 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
you 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 the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.