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 would lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding would 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 for no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though if you had 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, though I would 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 and sight, do not turn me away from you.
Rather, hold me gently in your arms while skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest and I will leave you, knowing with my last breath my fate was ever safest in your hands.