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.
AMEN
Author Unknown
God Bless you, Centaur, you gave him a good life
Thanks Soozla, that was really nice.