This is my dog - And a few of her closest friends -
You will be and are greatly missed Xena. Always and forever - July 2001 to Oct 2012.
Till we meet again my friend.

A Dog's Prayer

by Beth Norman Harris

Treat me kindly, my beloved master for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness that the loving heart of mine.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your
hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more likely teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it's 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 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 worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not
approach 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 yours be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, 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.