Feed Me, water and care for me, and when the days work is done, provide me with shelter; a clean, dry bed and a stall wide enough for me to lie down in comfort.
Talk to me. Your voice often means as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes, that I may serve you more gladly and learn to love you.
Do not jerk the reins, and do not whip me when going uphill. Never strike, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you mean, but give me the chance to understand you. Watch me, and if I fail to do your bidding, see if something is wrong with my harness or my feet.
Examine my teeth, when I do not eat, I may have an ulcerated tooth, And that, you know, is very painful. Do not tie my head in an unnatural position or take away my best defence against flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my tail.
And finally, Oh 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 may not consider me irreverent if I ask this in the name of Him who was born in a stable. Amen