This prayer brings tears to the
eyes of anyone who has loved
and cared for an animal....
" Treat me kindly, my beloved
master, 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 should lick
your hand between 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 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 you 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 knowing
with the last breath I drew,
my fate was ever safest in you
hands".
Beth Norman Harris
eyes of anyone who has loved
and cared for an animal....
" Treat me kindly, my beloved
master, 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 should lick
your hand between 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 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 you 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 knowing
with the last breath I drew,
my fate was ever safest in you
hands".
Beth Norman Harris
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A Dog's Prayer