Friday, September 18, 2015

Alearga Runa! Alearga!

Acum aproape un an eram cu Adina la cabinetul veterinar unde duceam cateii la sterilizat. Au intrat in cabinet 4 pusti un pic cam stresati, unul din ei ducand in brate un catelus mic si alb.
Fusese lovit de o masina, apoi din aruncare de o motocicleta. Niciunul nu a oprit, niciunul nu s-a gandit ca mica faptura sufera.
Pustanii erau de la casa de copii si nu o mai puteau ascunde. Au tinut-o cat au putut dar nu mai puteau si nu stiau ce sa ii faca pentru ca avea un picior stramb.
Am luat noi catelul si am zis ca asta e... va ramane cu un picior mai scurt, un pic schiop dar daca nu are dureri tot e bine.
Am facut teste peste teste si nici urma de durere, asa ca am lasat-o sa traiasca linistita pe langa ceilalti catei. Imi aduc aminte ca a stat la vet cateva zile si o dulce voluntara se uita la ea asa cu jind si se gandea ca ar vrea cumva sa o adopte ca asa cu piciorusul ala va fi greu de adoptat si ca locul ei nu e in adapost.
Au trecut insa lunile, Runa noastra a crescut, s-a facut din ce in ce mai frumoasa si intr-o zi cum alerga ea de colo colo prin curte imi dau seama. Runa alearga pe 4 picioare. Runa nu mai schioapata...
Alergarea in libertate i-a prins bine.
Azi 17-Sep-2015, Runa a plecat cu pasi mici, dar repezi spre casuta ei in Germania.
Era programat sa plece pe 19, dar Runa noastra grabita ca de obicei a reusit sa plece spre casa cu doua zile mai devreme...
Tot ce mai ramane de spus, in timp ce inchidem cufarul cu amintiri despre Runa este: 'Fugi Runa, fugi! Mereu ai stiut ca undeva acolo e casuta ta"

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Wish upon a star …

I was driving home yesterday, and I saw a falling star… it was brighter and bigger then any star I have ever seen and her falling was spectacular.

I remember in that moment the title of an article I read in my father’s archives – “When a star falls, a queen dies.” Even if not related I always liked that title and in that very moment I thought about our day, I relived in split seconds the last few hours - the pain, the emptiness, the loneliness you fell when needing to take rough decisions.
She was talking to us, but then that sound… BOOM BOOM BOOM… my heart was pounding so hard and so fast, I could only see her moving hands, her lips talking but with no voice and just a serious look. I felt myself stepping further and further away from them all, and going back to the sewer where I first found him and his siblings, the first time I took them out of the sewer and put them in the box with the promise that everything will be alright.
Months have passed, they grew up, they started to walk around, play, love – they got to live. We put them up for adoption and very fast Masha and Cody had “future owners” interested in taking them home….
BOOM BOOM BOOM ... that horrible sound again and the first call of the night: Masha died suddenly, a few days later the second call: Cody did not survive to parvo. If it would have been the usual form, we could have seen it but it was the tricky one that goes for the heart. Sneaky and horrible disease – they died days before going home.

The same day Cody died the lady who wanted him, found another puppy wondering the streets, similar to Cody and in the memory of our boy – she named him Cody.
Tasha and Teddy – the other 2 siblings survived the parvo and grew up to be beautiful creatures – fluffy, funny, loving animals who liked to run around the yard free and play all day long.

Until the 3rd call – Teddy wanted to be free and probably play with other dogs, he escaped his kennel and went to the big boys… this was fatal. We got to him fast, but the wounds on his body, were severe. We wanted to try and save him, but keeping in mind his quality of life, his suffering, his pain.

I left the vet crying and all I could hear behind me: “Pray that I do not call! (the 4th call would be horrible).” 3 days have passed and with each hour the phone did not ring I was happy, I had hope and I wanted him to survive.

But then again … BOOM BOOM BOOM… her face was clearer, her eyes were pining me as if they wanted to move my focus towards her lips, her words, her voice and gestures: he is in a lot of pain, even if painkillers are given all the time, the infections has spread, the breathing and the fractures are severe and the surgery he needs will never guarantee a happy and normal life. You have to make a decision… and then it hit me… a decision… 6 months ago somebody took the decision to let them die in a sewer… months later… we had to take the decision of ending his pain.

And then the star… the falling star … rose up, lit up and quickly disappeared.

Just as always, the pain and the disease sink into the dark, while the soul rises to the light.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Sterilizarea - singura solutie a Romaniei

Am gasit solutia pe termen lung de oprire a masacrului…

Intr-o Romanie plina de ura si de nervi, de masacre si crime postate pe net, in timp ce in fundal sunt copii care rad tamp neintelegand gravitatea actiunilor parintilor, singura solutie a ecosistemelor si a civilizatiei sa renasca in cativa ani este STERILIZAREA.

O sa spuneti ca nu e nimic nou – insa nu ati auzit totul. Sterilizarea tuturor femeilor – daca femeile din Romania au fost in stare sa nasca asemenea monstri sau daca sistemul educational din RO, a reusit sa ne transforme minunatiile de copii in monstri, atunci nu meritam sa traim sau sa ne inmultim.

Stiu ca “iubitul” nostru presedinte ne indemna sa ne inmultim si sa crestem numarul de romani, ca deh! Femeia e ca si vita, tre sa fete vitei sa aiba idiotul ce sclavi sa puna sa munceasca in minele toxice, sa aiba sclavi pentru a nimici caini, sa aiba marionete gata sa ii spele picioarele si pacatele cu buretele…..

Si pentru ca solutia lui nu pare deloc una demna pentru oamenii care inca mai au discernamant… ne mai ramane o singura solutie. Asemenea sinucigasului care decide sa isi ia singur viata pentru ca asa considera ca e mai bine pentru el si cei din jur, asa ar trebui si noi sa nu ii mai facem idiotului rost de sclavi. Romania Sterila … asta ar trebui sa devenim, sa reducem la 0 posibilitatea ca astfel de monstri sa mai apara pe aceste teritorii. Speranta de viata cu ajutorului conducatorului a scazut mult, in 50-60 de ani curatam Romania….

Iar pentru cei care deja au copii, faceti bagajele, strangeti tot ce va e mai de pret, puneti in rucsacii copiilor – o fotografie cu muntii si una cu marea (sa va aduceti aminte de unde ati plecat) si apoi iesiti din tara pe cea mai apropiata granita. Plecati si nu uitati sa inchideti in urma voastra cusca numita Romania… vom plange printre gratii, dar nu de tristete ci de bucurie ca macar voi ati scapat…

The Angel and the 'Beast'

I read this quote some time ago and today it came to mind when I lost a little angel – “Every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them, and every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are”.

The quote does not make much sense to me as having a dog, losing a dog, having another and so on, for me it means being good, being happy and sharing the happiness with my best friend for as long as he lives. Can you be more human then that?

I guess not.. still – after today my fear is, if every dog I loose takes a piece of my heart, will I not be heartless at some point?

You will all say, that another dog will come around, that a new dog will share with me a piece of his heart, but I am sure we are all lying. We are lying ourselves, to keep us going.

No dog will ever match the piece of the heart another dog stole. No dog will ever be able to bring the exact same type of happiness and joy like the one before.

Each dog – will have his own flaws, his own way of wagging his tail, of greeting you, of saying thank you. Each dog will teach us something that the one before could not. Each dog will be his own version and will never measure the one that was lost.

So in the end .. how do we avoid losing ourselves in pain, suffering and frustration.

I tell you how.. we keep going. We either keep lying to ourselves or we simply recognize that losing a dog will tear us to pieces, but having the courage to get another dog after, will only mend the heart and give it reason.

A new dog does not replace another, but will for sure keep your mind from wondering in pain.

So if you lost a dog, think about it… go to the local shelter where more then one dogs had their hearts broken by a human, and together you can start healing.

This is pretty much what I did today…. We lost a little angel that was not ours, but was in the same shelter where our dogs are. I tried to save him, to give him comfort, but in the end in my mind I asked the little guy to make a choice.. and he did … he left…

An hour later… I was entering the vet with a beautiful, but scared Romanian Shepard who was cleaned up, dewormed, fed and soon neutered and ready for his new life.

A life that promised him a big yard, friends to play with and lots of reasons to wag that tail around.

Monday, January 06, 2014

Please stop the music...

     All my life I heard people say that life is a symphony. “All you have to do is find the right notes. Once you learn to listen to the music, you will find happiness” (At least this is what they used to say, this is what I used to believe).

     Years have passed, I have grown and the very same music seems to be sung by old gramophones that can no longer change songs. I listen again and again and the play seems to be the same, nothing makes us different anymore, nothing is unique and the pattern that we follow only turns us into not so good copies, of an ancient perfect human.
     We are created to follow the footsteps of our fathers and that often implies finishing school by the age of 25, having families and kids of our own by the age of 30, having jobs, houses, and cars, playing nice and getting along with everyone until we pass. We no longer have the urge or the strength to change the path that was written for us.
      We may as well stop the music of life, as the pattern is so imprinted in our DNA that it no longer requires music, or listening and finding our own path.

      We are so scared of what people may think if we smile or laugh out loud, if we kiss our lover in the middle of the street, if we run in the rain (not to find a shelter, but to enjoy the raindrops on our skin), if we give a stranger a smile or a wink, if we hug or if we hold hands.

      We forgot that being human, means being different, even unique. Being human implies emotions, feelings, opinions, thoughts – we cannot simply adjust the settings and be like everyone else. We need to learn that if one does not want to have kids, or to marry, or is no longer interested in playing house just for the sake of image, or simply changed the view from men to women, from one to more, from waiting for the perfect guy to going back to the perfect guy – it does not mean they are lost to us.

     It does not mean that if this particular being is different, it is also “broken”. It just means that once again humans have made a step forward: they listened to the song of life, they wrote down the right, and erased the wrong.

     Now all they have to do is live their whole life trying to rewrite the wrong that was done …

     So please, can somebody just silence those gramophones? Some of us are being reborn.

Tuesday, September 03, 2013

Proiectul Rosia Montana si Fondurile pentru Copii cu Nevoi Speciale

Banuiesc ca ati vazut zilele acestea pe toate posturile, dezbatuta povestea copilului ucis de maidanezi, in timp ce era sub supravegherea bunicii. Cu mana pe inima va spun ca imi este tare mila de batrana inconstienta si poate cu adevarat prea batrana pentru a mai supraveghea copii intr-un parc din Bucuresti, in conditiile actuale, dar in acelasi timp ma gandesc ca desi copilul e posibil sa fie fost atacat de 1-2-3 maidanezi, mii vor muri de fapt pentru acest gest necugetat al patrupedelor maidaneze, aflate in final pe o proprietate privata unde copilul nu avea ce cauta.
Nu am sa dezbat eu acum ce cauta copilul ala acolo, ca imi aduc aminte de mine cum imi placea sa umblu prin ruinele cetatii din curtea scolii de popi din Bucuresti, sau cum alergam aiurea prin spatele policlinicii si cand vedeam boschetari fugeam ca apucatii urland cat ne tineau plamanii si cate si mai cate faceam. Prin urmare nu am sa dezbat asta.
Nu am sa discut nici despre bunica lasata cu 2 copii de 4 si 6 ani – 2 baieti. Chiar si noi, cei care nu avem inca prunci acasa suntem destul de realisti incat sa ne dam seama ca la varsta asta cam nici un copil nu asculta si mai ales baietii care vor sa exploreze tot ce vad si aud. Batrana poate ca a “uitat” de copii 1h, sau poate a avut incredere in ei cand nu trebuia sa faca asta…. Dar totul ramane intre ea, familia ei si Dumnezeu.
Si o sa spuneti poate.. si in final ce dezbati… pai dezbat subiectul maidanezii – de ce sunt acolo? De ce sunt agresivi? De ce sa nu ii omoram?
1.     De ce sunt acolo? – Buna intrebare! Si astept un raspuns logic de ani de zile. Pana atunci va spun ce am descoperit pe propria piele – Statul se bucura ca sunt acolo pentru ca au ce dezbate in sedinte, au ce nota pe hartiute in timpul conferintelor si au ce promite la alegeri. Nu le pasa de caini, de copii, de voi – le pasa de ei si nu vor sa fie prinsi, drept urmare la 1-2-3 ani fac schimb de “fete” si altii vin la conducere cu promisiuni. In fapt sunt aceeasi, doar ca au schimbat masca.
2.    De ce sunt cainii agresivi? Hmm! Asta e mai simpla – sunt nesocializati, sunt caini morti de foame, mereu speriati, mereu haituiti, alergati din stanga in dreapta, niciodata nu au un loc al lor. Si acum ganditi-va la maidanezii umani – De ce sunt adesea agresivi si nu comunica – Cititi mai sus si vedeti motivele. Incepeti sa vedeti asemanarile?
3.   De ce sa nu ii omoram? Iar o intrebare simpla pentru cei care vor sa auda… pentru ca pedeapsa capitala nu exista la noi in tara, pentru ca pedeapsa capitala a fost scoasa in afara legii si pentru ca adevaratii criminali de oameni stau in inchisoare si au acces la internet, la retelele mobile, pe Facebook si sunt sigura ca si la TV.
Un alt motiv pentru a nu-i omora este acela ca avem atatea solutii si atatea posibilitati, incat nu merita sa ne coboram la nivelul unui om salbatic care nu e in stare sa gandeasca. Nu trebuie sa ii vedem ca pe o prada, trebuie sa constientizam ca stramosii nostri i-au imblanzit cu un scop, iar noi trebuie sa revenim la asta:
Un caine e un companion bun, un paznic, un prieten, un terapeut, un suflet si in final un membru al familiei. Trebuie doar educat, asemenea copiilor de 4 si 6 ani.

Stiu! Stiu! O sa ma intrebati cand vorbesc de Rosia Montana si de Fondurile pentru copii.. Raspunsul este: EXACT! V-am pacalit asa cum fac televiziunile si presa si politicienii, atunci cand simt ca incep sa piarda teren si lumea sa se trezeasca.

Va iubesc, popor nebun! Dar e momentul sa ne revenim… serios acum! Haideti sa punem in aplicare planurile umane legate de animale, sa le aratam ca suntem uniti si vocile noastre conteaza. Dupa ce facem pasul asta si Rosia Montana si Fondurile pentru copii vor fi floare la ureche.

All 4 - 1 and 1 - 4 all.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Carnatii, starleta porno si ... CUT!

       Sunt momente in viata in care ai nevoie de prieteni, care sa nu fie langa doar pentru a te lua in brate si a spune ca le pare rau si ca simt ceea ce simti tu, ca stiu ca e greu, dar ca totul trece. Ai nevoie de ei sa sfideze situatia creata sau prezenta si sa stie sa modeleze atat de bine realitatea si atmosfera din jur, incat sa uiti de clipele in care te uitai in ochii lui/ei si tot ce vedeai era o poza voalata a unei umbre umane, ce gesticula pe un fundal alb steril si cu aspect spitalicesc, gandindu-te ca orice ai face si oricat de atent ai incerca sa fii, nu vei intelege sau sti finalul.

        Cel care spune sau crede ca are nevoie de prieteni pentru a avea cui sa planga pe umar cand are probleme, ii spun ca greseste. Cu prietenii nu impartasim problemele si dramele vietii pentru a avea pe umarul cui sa plangem, cu prietenii adevarati impartasim ”uratul” pentru ca avem nevoie de cineva care in momentele acelea are forta de a imparti timpul in mii de minute ce contin gandurile vesele, ironiile fine si atat de placute, amintirile celor mai hapciupalitice momente astfel incat energia pozitiva a lor, sa invaluie si sa ingenuncheze plansetele sufletului tau...

       Nu avem nevoie de prieteni pentru a plange cu ei, avem nevoie de prieteni pentru a ne face sa radem cu ei, cand sufletul plange si e speriat ....

        Acum revenind la lista voastra de prieteni.. cam cati aveti... eu am cel putin 4 : )  Jackpot baby!