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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 thing 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 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 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 your with my
life, should your life be in danger
And, my friend, when I am very old, and I 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.
Author Unknown
