I too once had a horse named Joe.
Sadly he has long gone onto a pasture in the sky.
Boss, I am your chosen steed to walk and trot with you.
But when each day of trek is done,
Please feed me, give me water and care for me.
Leave me in my stable, with a clean dry bed and space enough to lie down and doze.
Otherwise, let me munch the grass and breathe fresh air and be with friends whilst you’re not there.
Be kind, be gentle and talk softly with me;
Your voice means more than reins alone.
Stroke me sometimes that I may gladly carry you and thereby come to learn your secret ways.
Do not jerk the reins, there is no need.
And do not whip me when the way is hilly.
Never beat or kick me, especially after I did not sense what you meant to do,
Give me second chance to follow you.
Don’t shout; give me comfort when I feel fear.
This world is full of noise and not as once it was when my forbears lived here.
I must find my role in life and often that’s not clear.
Watch me, and if ever I fail to do your bidding, first look to see if something is amiss
Perhaps with bridle, saddle, or my shoes.
Do not draw straps too tightly.
Leave me free to move my head.
Don't force a cold bit twixt my teeth, but please warm it first as best you can.
I always try to do in good cheer the work you ask of me.
And day and night I stand for hours waiting for you to reappear.
My day is yours to order.
An apple here, a carrot there,
A snatch of weeds from off the verge.
That’s not much to ask for.
Please don't demand of me too much.
Don’t leave me tethered in the rain.
Keep me well shod, the farrier to visit when due.
Examine my teeth when I do not eat.
Don’t take away my shield against the flies by cutting short my tail.
Nor hog my mane which otherwise would divert the rain,
I cannot tell you when I feel thirsty so please allow me fresh cold water freely.
Do all you can to shade me from the sun.
And when I am to stand out in the cold a thick dry coat put over me.
And finally Boss, if I am in pain or when my useful strength has gone;
Do not turn me out to starve or freeze or send me on to owners new;
They did not know me in my prime.
You did, my Master, you should end my life when the day has come, in a quick and painless way
(Barry Godden from inspiration by AE Fisher of Benwick)