The cowardly murder of Mutluck

Six years ago you came to me, a gift: a small white ball of fluff no bigger than my pocket. You grew to be a friend and protector.

The neighbourhood children all delighted in your frolics and often would sneak you treats. The children have all grown, many have moved and you have become a distant, pleasant memory of childhood past. I am glad they did not see you those last few days.

No person or animal could walk by or enter the house while you were on guard. The neighbourhood was safe because your bark could be heard by everyone around. This was an assurance and comfort to many, but an irritation to a few.

As I write this, the tears flow freely. It is difficult to accept that your life was taken by the cruelty of one and we are now forced to bid you goodbye.

You had no way to know that the gesture was not an act of kindness but of cruelty. Trusting of all, you accepted the gift that brought your life to an end. A cruel coward has done it and they hide their deed and gloat that you are now silent. Although they were not seen or caught, justice will be served for there is One who saw their act of cowardice.

You will be missed, my friend, but not forgotten. Rest in peace my dear friend and companion, Mutluck.

Theresa Rodrigue
Iqaluit