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Posted by faustcorpus on November 05, 2002 at 11:58:39:

In Reply to: A Dogs Plea (poem) posted by trtledov on October 28, 2002 at 14:03:59:

I really did enjoy this poem. I have one on my system that is related to reptile rescue (which is my pet project). This poem would be nice to include with humane society adoptions. Maybe attempt to remind people why they get a pet in the first place.

Cindy

:Treat me kindly, my belovid friend, for no heart in all the world is more greatful fo kindness then the loving heart of mine. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. Speak to me often, your voice is the worlds sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear. Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated for 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 trusted 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

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