"To Thee, my master, I offer my prayer.
Feed me, water and care for me, and when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean, dry bed and stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.
Always be kind to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Never strike, beat, or kick me when I don't understnad what you want, but give me the chance to understand you. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you the more gladly and learn to love you.
Make sure that I am properly shod that I may serve you in comfort.
And finally, Oh My Master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured and starved to death; but do thou, My master, take my life in the kindest way and your God will reward you here and hereafter. You will not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable.
Journal CSS made by caybeach
Textures by julkusiowa