The beginning is always today.
Mary Wollstonecraft~

Last Friday was our dog Kasha’s Nine-Night, a day recognized among the blacks here on this Caribbean coastline. The tradition originated in Jamaica and is still practiced today when someone dies. Three days after the death and again nine nights after the death, friends and family stay up through the night to help the dead pass along on their journey into the next world.

For Kasha’s Nine-Night I placed money, a little rice, and some dog food in small dishes on my Buddhist shrine. The dishes were surrounded with figures representing the Chinese birth year of her entire family. Our hired man, José, cut fresh flowers each day, replenishing the old ones on the shrine, and incense floated across my living room throughout the week.

Saturday, around three in the morning, I awoke feeling her presence, as though she were moving off and on her way. She is missed in this world.

We now have puppies to blunt the heavy and hollow feeling of loss. Partly we need a replacement watchdog in this very dangerous countryside. Kashita was our primary warning shot. Partly we need companionship, and she was certainly that. We are adjusting…slowly to the new members of the family.

I will blog about puppies and house training and all of that soon.