Easing the pain of losing a best friend

by David Grand
August 29, 2007

Whenever a beloved dog is no longer with me, I read "A Dog's Prayer," written by Beth Norman Harris. And though its become faded and yellow over the years since I found it long ago, it still helps to make my grief bearable, no matter how often I've had occasion to turn to it (most recently two weeks past).

Hopefully, those of you who, too, have suffered such a devastating loss will find solace in its poignant lines and make your memories more happier than sad.

A Dog's Prayer
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 footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it's cold and wet, please take me inside, for I'm now a domesticated animal, no longed used to bitter elements; and though you had no home, I'd rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest bed 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; 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 should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you; but rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest--and I will leave you knowing that with the last breath I drew, was ever safest in your hands.