Treat me kindly, my Beloved Master, for no heart in the world is more grateful for your kindness than mine.
Do not break my spirit with a stick or cruel words, for though I lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me things you would like me to know.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ears.
When it is cold and wet, bring me inside, for I am no longer used to the bitter elements, and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet.
Keep my dish filled with fresh water for I cannot tell you when I thirst. Feed me food in a clean dish that I may stand well, romp and play, do your bidding, walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should yours ever be in danger.
Then, my Beloved Master, should I lose my health and spirit and the Great Master calls me home, do not turn away, but hold me gently in your arms as merciful sleep is administered, and I will leave knowing that with my last breath, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
~ Author Unknown