A Pets Prayer

                              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.
                                                                                                 Beth N. Norris