A Dog’s Plea
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend,
for no heart in the world
is more grateful for kindness
than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for although I should lick your hand between blows,
your patience and understanding
will quickly teach me
the things 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 footsteps fall 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 you 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
Wheezee
Dedicated to the furry family members we enjoyed caring for that are now gone, but not forgotten.
Brandi
Cheyenne
Zsa Zsa
Clyde
Daner
Simon
Buzzy
Baby
Kitters
Mokha
Abby
Missy
Credit
Lexi
Frankie
Paycheck
