Title: | Meower Power is Valuing Differences |
Notice: | FELINE_V1 is moving 1/11/94 5pm PST to MISERY |
Moderator: | MISERY::VANZUYLEN_RO |
Created: | Sun Feb 09 1986 |
Last Modified: | Tue Jan 11 1994 |
Last Successful Update: | Fri Jun 06 1997 |
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I know this is a Feline notes conference and I am owned by a wondeful feline named Brandy; however, I found the following in the paper today and thought I would enter it here. I know it's entitled "A Dog's Prayer" but so much of it can be applied to cats as well. It really tears me up sometimes when I read some of the horror stories in this conference about how some of our furry friends are made to suffer. So if you want to change the name to "A Cat's Prayer" feel free, it certainly applies to them as well and the next time you loose one of those furry friends...remember. Cody =================================================================== 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 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 sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce waggin of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear. When its 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 of the warmest house in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper. Keep my pan 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 leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
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2371.1 | TRUCKS::GKE | red, white and blueberry all under | Wed Apr 12 1989 07:56 | 4 | |
teary, gailann | |||||
2371.2 | Kleenex time... | SWAT::COCHRANE | Standing, stretching every nerve | Wed Apr 12 1989 10:24 | 3 |
sniffle,sniff,sniff Mary-Michael | |||||
2371.3 | The Cat's Prayer | CRUISE::NDC | Wed Apr 12 1989 11:11 | 40 | |
There IS a cats prayer. I've been meaning to put in into the file. Here it is: The Cat's Prayer My dear friend and companion; to thee I pray. Although I am too proud to beg and may appear to be a very independent creature, I ask for your loving care and attention. I rely on you for my well being much more than you may realize. This I promise you, my benefactor, that I will not be a burden on you nor will I demand more of you than you care to give. I will be a quiet peaceful island of serenity for you to gaze upon; a soft soothing body to cares, and I shall purr with pleasure to rest your weary ears. Since I am a gourmet who appreciates different taste sensations, I pray you will give me a variety of nutritious foods and fresh water daily. You know dear friend, how I love to nap. Allow me, I pray, a warm sheltered place where I can rest peacefully and feel secure. If I am wounded in battle or suffering from disease, please tend me gently, I pray, and see that I am treated by loving and competent hands. Please protect me from the inhuman humans who would hurt and torture me for their own amusement. I am accustomed to your gentle touch and am not always suspicious nor swift enough to avoid such malicious acts. In my later years when my senses fail me and my infirmities become too great to bear, allow me the comfort and dignity that I desire for my closing days and help me gently in my pain or passing. Hear this prayer, my dear friend. My fate depends on you. By Manny & Ginny Feldman. copyright 1973 | |||||
2371.4 | REDWOD::GRAFTON | Wed Apr 12 1989 12:32 | 5 | ||
Nancy, That was lovely. Thank you for entering it. Jill | |||||
2371.5 | BLKWDO::PARKS | Thu Apr 13 1989 18:09 | 7 | ||
re .0 Thank you. I just lost my dog of 13 years in November. This prayer brought back all the good memories and helped me think of the end in a different, much better light(she had to be put to sleep). Becky P.S. I thought I was done crying... |