Nameless Innocents


Today I was reminded once again of the world we live in.  While building bed frames on the land I received a call from Alicia telling me that one of the familiar street dogs was lying on the side of the road, obviously injured by passing car.  Unable to walk it lay in the hot sun, so Alicia brought it a bucket of water with arnica.

When I returned,  I immediately went to see the “Mayan shepherd” and it  seemed she had been mortally injured.  Despite some passerby’s compassion, some other sort had taken the bucket with the water and left her there panting in the sun.

I carried this poor skinny dog into our patio and laid it on Janga’s bed.  She made no aggressive actons and obviously was in shock, and I surmised, without any hope of recovery.  I looked into those soft brown eyes and realized, despite a life where most humans were not kind, and perhaps even cruel to this creature, this sweet dog, with no name, was grateful for this moment of attention and care.  She wagged her tail and laid calmly on the bed.

I called the local vet, who came almost immediately.  He advised not to allow her to linger and suffer, so I made the decision for this dog to end her earthly life.  He gave her the injection and she, little by little, slipped from this world while I told her she was  a good dog and I stroked her head. Alicia found some fabric to wrap her in and after that we drove to the land to bury her.

This was one of Janga’s companions, one of her forest buddies. We would see her almost daily, but never offered her a name nor a home. So many nameless/homeless dogs on the street. We could not bear to think of her being dumped in a plastic bag over a cliff somewhere, so here we were digging this nameless dog a grave on the land.

Bindi looking into the open grave

When we laid her in that soft cool hole, it came to me how many nameless, homeless innocents there are in the world. How many women and children, how many animals, how much of Nature is run over by the modern world and left on the side of the road to perish? It is very sad for me and this poor skinny street dog brought the message home for me.

I can not rescue all the street dogs, I cannot build a Children’s Village for all the orphaned and abandoned kids in the world.  But I know what I must do… I must expand the capacity of this heart and translate that raw and boundless energy and compassion into action.  For me, there is no other option.  My hope is that you are joining me in taking action to anchor love and compassion in this world.



4 Responses

  1. Gin Nielsen says:

    Blessings to you and Alicia for caring for this homeless forest dog. Your love knows no boundaries.

    • Greg Kemp says:

      Thanks Gin, we try to do what we can. I am not sure about “my” love, but Love itself certainly has no boundaries.

  2. Dhana Metta says:

    What a beautiful write up Greg. It brought tears to my eyes. You and Heather are so amazing. Helping the beautiful children and even helping the dogs there.

    I hope your new little friend makes it to me safe and sound. I would so love to visit you there, but my fur family need me here.



    • Greg Kemp says:

      It is difficult to allow oneself to be touched by all of the heartbreaking circumstances here and in the world in general. The alternative, to guard one’s heart and be closed off is not for me, so I have to embrace the ache and the tears which this world precipitates. There is a saying,”an open heart begins with a broken heart.” So be it.

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