Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog: The Final Cut

The Beginning or the End? Under the Rubble

My name is Reggie. I was originally from Egypt. My complete story will unfold as you read further and it is quite a story of a small cast off “mutt” that had a pivotal role in the course of changing world history. From a loving owner in Cairo to a ripped-up bleeding mess lying dying on the street. To Toronto then on to exciting and dangerous world adventures. I do not brag but I am the world’s most famous dog but be patient as more is to be told which has already been transcribed so whether I live or die the story will be told.

I was invited by United Nations Secretary General António Guterres to visit a place called Gaza to encourage the many children of Gaza terrified and bedraggled by a terrible battle that has left many of them bleeding and mangled on the streets like I was in Cairo years ago. António and I go back a few years ago in Portugal where he served as Prime Minster from 1995-2002. I met him in Porto when my Master Bob was knighted. Again that is another story that will be told.

I was transported in a humanitarian aid truck from Rafah in Egypt into Northern Gaza where wearing a blue United Nations bullet proof vest with a protective guard of Canadian soldiers started visiting kindergartens and primary schools where the animated movie about my life “Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog” was shown to the children we visited and food and basic pediatric medicine was delivered. Such fear in these children’s eyes. It was replaced with a joyous twinkle as they crowded around to pet me.

Every afternoon we returned to Egypt through the Rafah border crossing and every morning we returned to Gaza. Each time we entered a kindergarten or primary school, or what was left of them, the terror on these children’s faces worsened. I had to be deliced every night as the children that I met were covered with them.

On day 4 just after we entered a primary school the deafening and blood curdling roar of fighter jets was heard overhead and all I remember was bright lights, fire and piles of rubble crashing and flying all over. A 7-year-old girl called Nour had been petting me and as she heard the jets approaching, she grabbed me and held me close to her chest. I opened my eyes and it was night and the cold hands of Nour were wrapped tightly around me. Men were frantically shouting and some parents crying. Whether I was to live or go to The Land Beyond was out of my control.

Please read on a regular serialized basis to hear my life story or about my death.