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A Dog's 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 the 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 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.





Dear Mom and Dad

I died today, You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number.
I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now.
Some other puppy will get the barely used collar that you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the leash lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe? I didn't know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn't get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't barked? I was only saying, "I'm scared , I'm lonely, I'm here, I'm here, I want to be your best friend."
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn't make me learn how. Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn't pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.
I died today.

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