Our Dog, Cree, has been murdered. Yes, poisoned by a man in the area who raises goat. There is no evidence that our dog troubled any goat. It is a thing, in Jamaica, you see. I am sure many of you will be as horrified as I was to discover that dog poisoning is such a common occurrence on the rock. I don’t know about you, but I am a lover of animals and all life. This lack of reverence, is shocking to me but so normalized here.
This beautiful, rat sized, puppy, with eyes barely opened wandered into our yard a little over two years ago. We had to feed him with an eye dropper. I nursed him on sesame seed and almond milk. Eventually he drank cows milk and ate “big dog” food. We were just so happy he lived. And Cree grew into a fine specimen of dog. He was our protector and our friend. A young teenager in dog years (7 to 1). I feel a hollowness without him here, in the flesh. My children are traumatized, especially Izra. I keep thinking Cree will saunter around the corner and lick my leg. They are such a part of our daily lives. Pinning the clothes on the line will sure be lonely.
I think my sister said it best, and post here, for you, a letter she wrote to our beloved four legged, brother, Cree.
Dear Cree Dog,
I wanted to write this letter to thank you for being such a good dog to my nephew, Izra, my niece, Kamila, and my sister and brother, Stephanie and Apbheelu. You were so hospitable to us when we visited a few months ago- there was such warmth in your eyes. I know in some way you will still watch over the yard- and your protective spirit will still be present.
People sometimes take the law into their own hands, and don’t always respect their fellow teacher animal guides, who are loving companions to so many human kind. You will be honored and remembered for your sacrifice: the reality that man will intervene with the natural law, and take false authority over the creatures of the world. Your life and passing are an important message, that too many will ignore: that the earth will take back million-fold for the carnage that has taken place in her temple, and body.
But these thoughts are just the musings- and missings- of a human woman who cared for you, and will not truly understand the ways of nature, as she stands on two-legs, and not four. There are no words that can express the undying affection that you could show with the wag of a tail- and it will be greatly missed.
You are loved and remembered Cree Dog,