A bedtime pet prayer!

Now I lay me down to sleep, the king sized bed is soft and deep.
I sleep right in the center groove, my human being can hardly move.
I’ve trapped her legs, she’s tucked in tight, and here is where I pass the night.
No one disturbs me or dares intrude, till morning comes and “I want food!”
I sneak up slowly to begin, and nibble on my human’s chin.
For the morning’s here, and it’s time to play…
I always seem to get my way.
So thank you Lord for giving me, this human person that I see.
The one who hugs me and holds me tight, and shares her bed with me at night.

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Author: Carol anne

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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