Starting a new blog wasn’t supposed to be this hard...
I
was looking forward to having a space to write on topics from day-to-day
life, and some personal and “humorous” stuff. A favourite old piece
was ready and waiting to start it off, with a poem to follow soon
after.
Then
Lennox happened.
And
soon after that - Wicca.
I
knew then that I had to write in memory of these two dogs, and others in
the same tragic situation. A brief account of their stories, and a little
something in honour of “Dog-love”, suddenly seemed to be the most natural
starting point.
Besides,
this is personal.
Lennox:
A
dog in Belfast, seized from his loved ones, and killed due to what can only be
described as “racial profiling”.
He
was a 7-year old American Bulldog and Lab mix, raised from puppy-hood as a
family pet and special friend to a little girl. He was forcibly taken away when
the authorities decided that he
“looked like a Pit-Bull”
Ireland has the Breed Specific Legislation [BSL] in place, which means that people are not allowed to keep certain breeds, including Pit Bulls, due to their “aggressive and unpredictable” behaviour.
So,
just out of the blue, a family’s world was shaken to pieces. Lennox was to
be “destroyed" for looking like a Pit Bull.
The case became a two-year long battle between the family and the Belfast City Council, during which time they were not allowed any visits with their dog.
The case became a two-year long battle between the family and the Belfast City Council, during which time they were not allowed any visits with their dog.
Other
strange happenings occurred. Unreliable
testimonies were given by wardens and “experts” against Lennox. Proper
expert testimony in favour of him was disallowed. The BCC seemed to have dug
its heels in and refused to even consider withdrawing the decision to kill him.
Offers
to rehome him in other countries were summarily turned down. Photos appeared,
showing Lennox in poor health, and badly cared for. It wasn’t even clear where
he was being kept.
And then the final appeal was turned down.
And then the final appeal was turned down.
The story
had been online from the start, but more recently it seemed as though all the
dog-lovers of the world were involved via various Facebook pages, chief among them,
the "Save Lennox" page. The last days were hectic, with petitions and
emails being sent to anyone with clout who might pay attention. As long as
Lennox was still alive, there was hope.
Offers
from America were still coming to rehome him there, chiefly from Victoria
Stilwell, internationally renowned dog-trainer and TV presenter who was right
there on the spot, but ignored by the BCC.
By now,
many were getting the uneasy feeling that Lennox had already died somehow while
incarcerated, and the BCC was trying to cover it up.
When the
deadline approached for his execution [there is no other word for it], we KNEW
something was wrong when the family were told there would be no last visit.
They would not even get his body back…..just his ashes “in the post”.
The dog-loving world wept collectively that night.
Tears
were nothing new by then though - we had all cried our hearts out during these
last days.
But the wait was agony.
There
were false alarms, when a radio programme sent messages that Lennox was
to be freed. Rumour and speculation, but it made things worse when our
fresh hopes were dashed.
As I sat alone, far away, but with thousands of others via
my computer, I heard about candle-lit vigils dotting the planet, with tiny
sparks of light and life, all for Lennox.
It’s all coming back again as I write - as new and raw.
It’s all coming back again as I write - as new and raw.
We all
felt such a bond with that dog – snatched from loved ones, having no clue
why, or what was happening. Not knowing if he would see their faces, or
run free in his garden again.
A
sweet life cut short by an uncaring system.
On July 11 Lennox’s death was announced by the BCC.
We mourned as one, and the grief was infinite.
There
was some small relief in knowing that his ordeal was over, and somehow, somewhere, he was happy and free at last!
There
was no other way to console ourselves, apart from being determined to get this
whole affair investigated somehow.
[Efforts are being made by many people, but no luck so far.]
But the feeling of helplessness was infuriating.
[Efforts are being made by many people, but no luck so far.]
But the feeling of helplessness was infuriating.
I had barely begun to pull myself together, when Wicca’s story started.
Wicca:
She was
seized for having “attacked and bitten” a woman. It was shown later that there
was no bite, just a scratch.
Wicca
had been lying quietly next to her owner, Chris, when a woman happened to come
and stand there too. She suddenly saw Wicca and jumped in fear, and that
made Wicca jump up in surprise too.
At
the time, someone called the police but no-one even bothered to listen to the
one reliable witness who saw what really happened.
All
they could see was a “Pit Bull”. And before you knew it, “racial prejudice” was
in play. Wicca was taken into custody and no proper investigation or due
process was done.
It
was unbelievable, like a recurring nightmare, so soon after Lennox. The online
pictures were heart-rending. There
are no words suitable enough to describe the feelings.
If
Wicca had not been a Pit Bull, this fuss would never have been made. She would not have been targeted and killed.
The
two stories are online, as well as other new ones that keep coming out with
petitions attached. Details are available for anyone to examine and come to
their own conclusions.
All
this has been made possible, sanctified and “NORMALISED” by the “law”. Any dog
who “seems” to fit into the category of the breed they have prohibited is at
risk.
Even
in countries where the BSL is not in place, as with Wicca, that breed can be persecuted by anyone who has a mind to point a finger at it, on any pretext.
No
thought is given to the fact that dogs raised in loving homes, often in the
company of children, and with no record of aggressive behaviour, cannot be
compared to dogs raised and trained by vicious, aggressive
humans. The authorities should be rounding up, muzzling and chaining those ghastly
people instead of innocent dogs.
Any
dog subjected to vicious handling by humans, trained to fight and bite and be
mean like them, will become unpredictable when provoked.
They
don’t even have to be any particular breed for that to happen. And yet only
some breeds are being picked on by the law. It’s ridiculous,
and just plain discrimination.
This paranoia is out of control. There’s a
cold, clinical, attitude in place. Those in power have
forgotten that the dogs and humans involved are living
beings with feelings.
[The way they use the word "destroy" for dogs shows us that all too plainly. It's so offensive - as if they are talking about inanimate objects.]
It’s bad enough hearing about all the terrible stories of dogs the world over: So many, caged and deliberately starved to death, tortured and savagely killed, used and abused in dog-fighting. Still others, taken away from the place they knew as “home”, and abandoned, by those they thought of as “family”, in the middle of nowhere. Left alone, to die of cold, starvation and grief…..
[The way they use the word "destroy" for dogs shows us that all too plainly. It's so offensive - as if they are talking about inanimate objects.]
It’s bad enough hearing about all the terrible stories of dogs the world over: So many, caged and deliberately starved to death, tortured and savagely killed, used and abused in dog-fighting. Still others, taken away from the place they knew as “home”, and abandoned, by those they thought of as “family”, in the middle of nowhere. Left alone, to die of cold, starvation and grief…..
When
legal systems don’t prevent all that misery, how can they justify creating new and needless misery for dogs who are already happy and loved?! It
makes no sense at all!
George
Orwell wasn’t far off the mark with his novel “1984”.
When
control takes over from compassion, life is cold, cruel and loveless. More like the story of malignant humans on a benign but dying Earth. Who
knows - one day we too could be rounded up, thrown in a cell, and “destroyed”
because we don’t fit the required “norms” of the day.
Such "controllers" don't understand the strength of love. Or how the heart can be
ripped into pieces, but the love can stay as strong as ever, even though it
hurts like hell.
Such
people might be considered lucky, for they will never know real sorrow. But how
lucky can they be if they never know real love...?
There
are no separate levels of love. There is simply “LOVE” – whether for a special
animal, a special human, or for anything else held close to one’s heart.
The love humans have for each other is held to be extra special, but that’s
mainly because it's inextricably linked up with our needs, expectations,
motives, desires.
We
need our humans, for whatever reason. We learn to love them from the
start, depending on that reason. And so it seems that this love is a far
greater kind, far more important and on a totally different level - not
to be compared with the “unimportant” love for an animal or a “thing”.
But there
is perhaps no love as selfless as a human’s love for those animals he keeps
close to his heart. Those
who love dogs have no real motive or gain. They don’t feel needy. It’s a very
pure sort of love that is dependent entirely on the response they get.
One
can argue that the dog, in return, is needy like a child. Then ask yourself why
a child loves a parent, and you come full circle.
True, the
selflessness of a parent for a child, the sacrifices given, the feelings of
belonging and the heartbeat that echoes, one within the other - cannot perhaps
be compared with any other love. But maybe, some find that echo in
their dogs as well. It’s not for me to say which can be stronger. It’s
certainly not for anyone else to say they can never be equal.
Dog-love
is special, it’s unique. It doesn’t have to be be put on a lower shelf, apart
from “other-love”, just because most people think it’s “different”. It belongs
right up there with the rest. To each his own. To some that means only their human
loved ones - to others it means their beloved dogs too.
It’s
inexplicable to those who don’t love dogs, but it’s completely understandable
to those of us who do.
The
stories of Lennox and Wicca broke the heart of the dog-loving world.
Are
we destined to hear more and more stories like theirs?
Is
that special bond between human and dog to be cut brutally, time and again, on
the whim of a few people who think they know everything?
[And as I write I'm hearing that Montreal might introduce some new law where ANY dog can be “destroyed” for harm done, or perceived to be done, however slight, and for whatever reason. More persecution? This is turning into a medieval witch-hunt!!]
[And as I write I'm hearing that Montreal might introduce some new law where ANY dog can be “destroyed” for harm done, or perceived to be done, however slight, and for whatever reason. More persecution? This is turning into a medieval witch-hunt!!]
“Man’s
best friend” has had his heart broken many times already. Let’s not allow a
state of affairs where he knows his loyalty is misplaced. The world will be a
sadder, darker, lonelier place because of it.
Can
a scene change so suddenly?
A
warm, living, breathing dog watching you with adoring eyes, wagging her tail
gently as you run your hand gently up and down her suede-like coat. She thrusts
her wet nose into your hand, scratching your knee with her paw, or jumping up
at you with a hug. Later, she lies next to you with her head in your lap, soft
velvety ear brushing against your hand. Sleeping in rapturous abandon, and
snoring heavily as you write….
A
small, wooden box with a picture on it, and cold ashes inside….
This
is no way for a dog-lover to live.
And
that is no way for a dog to die.
For
me, there will never be a greater joy than to hear a lusty bark, and catch the
sight and sound of a dog running towards me – thundering along like a little
horse.
To
have my arms around that furry body and feel his heart go “pitter-patter”…
To
feel him lean against me during a few quiet moments, putting all his weight on
me…
To
hear the sound of the “chomp-chomp-slurp” as he eats…
The
gentle “thump-thump” of a tail-wag when he’s too sleepy to get up, but too
loving to not acknowledge my presence…
The
warmth of a sensitive head beneath my hand, and those eyes reading my mind,
melting into my soul.
...To know that he is safe by my side.
Dog-Love
Welcome to the world of blogging Noshe Lynn! Looking forward to more posts from you
ReplyDeleteNothing living should ever be treated with contempt.
ReplyDeleteCompassion for living creatures reflects goodness of character.Lack thereof is consistent with highest form of IGNORANCE and MEANNESS!!!!
And you said it......!!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Keep up the good work Noshe Lynn.
Deleteyou are the VOICE of the VOICELESS!!
Thanks again! Nothing makes the voice stronger than a little encouragement ...
DeleteMy heart skips Many beats whenever I think about the agony of Lennox and Wicca's families. It's just heart wrenching.. I hope this prejudice ends really soon.
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