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Treat me kindly, by 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, 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.
I ask no greater glory than the privilege of being with you. Though had you no home, I would rather rest upon your shoulder in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my God and I am your worshiper.
Keep my water bowl fresh, feed me clean good food, that I may stay well and play and do your bidding, to be rest upon your shoulder.
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 hands as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breathe I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands, and that we SHALL be together again for eternal life.
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