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 footsteps 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 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 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, 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.
Ruth, a grooming client, sent this to me. I have no idea who the author is. Ruth has a very special friend named Benji and they make a wonderful couple. Ruth has seen my dear old man, Manly, running my grooming shop floor. At the time of this writing, Manly is pushing 14 years. No, he's not the impressive elegant dog he once was. But he's still the most beautiful animal in the world to me, I see him with my heart now and not my eyes. This poem meant so much to me. Thank you, Ruth and Benji.
Don't ever call him, "just a dog." Who haven't the eyes to see That I belong to him as much As he belongs to me God must have had His reasons For making the likes of him And I humbly hope with all my heart ...that I was one of them The years have dulled his russet color And his vision is getting dim And he walks with a limp when the days are cold Cause the dampness gets to him He's not as young as he used to be And his whiskers are frosted white But he wags his tail as if to say "You see, I'm still alright." I cut his food in bite size chunks And he gives me a toothless grin Trusting in my love for him Whatever shape he's in He has accepted growing old The way men cannot do And I'm not ashamed to say he's taught Me more than a thing or two So, don't ever call him "just a dog" Unless you are prepared To match his steadfast loyalty To care the way he's cared For many the sad offenses Committed in love's name And how many times it takes a dog ...to put a man to shame!!!!