I could have written this about Bear, my black standard poodle; he got me thru my divorce. He was my bestest buddy ever, losing him CRUSHED me and, because of that, I could never own another.
Do NOT try to read this if your pet is ailing - I had read it years before I had to make that decision and I held him in my arms when the vet gave him his last shot.
A Dog's Prayer
Treat my kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the entire world is more grateful for kindness than this loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I would 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 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 you devoted worshiper.
Keep my bowl 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 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 love you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
I haven't been able to read this in its entirety since his passing - tears running down my face like I lost Bear yesterday.