This story is taken from my blog: bridgetkellyinhaiti.blogspot.com. During the summer of 2013, I was running a Wellness Program in Jacmel, Haiti.
Tuesday, July 30- They sit under our tables, at our feet, as we eat. Four feral dogs hang at our hotel. Some of the guests toss pieces of food to them. The kitchen staff feeds them the table scraps; they are better feed than many children in Haiti.
Last night, around 11PM, we noticed the maintenance man tie two of the dogs together on the same piece of rope. He began dragging them off somewhere. The dogs cried out in protest. We intervened and he released them, begrudgingly. We ask what he intended to do with the dogs. He doesn’t really answer us. But he does comply with our request to let the dogs go.
Two hours later, I am abruptly awakened by the sound of a dog, howling in pain and fear. These sounds are horrible. Then there is a loud, blunt cracking noise. The howling stopped abruptly. The silence was deafening and unnerving. I think to call to Frank to ask if he just heard what happened. But the moment was just so upsetting that I didn’t want to drag him in to this sorrow if he didn’t hear it.
This morning we notice only two dogs, one of which is now walking around with a very serious limp. The absence of the other two dogs weighs heavy on all of us. Slowly, we all confess that we heard the bludgeoning of the dog.
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