marți, 28 februarie 2017

trist dar adevarat sens in care trebuie retinut si preintampinat

Mona Semeniuc a adăugat 9 fotografii noi în albumul Sfarsitul unei legende.
Tarzan a fost un caine de bloc. L-am cunoscut in urma cu 8 ani, cand m-am mutat in imobil. Se spunea ca a fost adus de muncitorii care au construit...el si inca 7. Singurul caine pe care l-au iubit toti locatarii si pentru care nimeni n-a chemat hingherii, a fost Tarzan. Cand am plecat cu ceilalti prieteni ai lui la Arges, toata lumea m-a rugat sa nu-l iau si pe el, sa-l las in locul unde crescuse. Au fost multe sarbatori de iarna in care il tineam pe Tarzan la usa apartamentului, caci nu-i placea sa intre in casa. Cand lumea dadea cu artificii si se ciocneau paharele cu sampanie, eu il tineam in brate pe Tarzan, uriasul ingrozit de zgomot. Toata lumea il iubea, dar cand masinile mortii au ajuns la bloc, nimeni n-a iesit sa-l apere. Poate ca atunci, cand latul i-a strans gatul, inima lui Tarzan a inceput sa cedeze. Cata spaima o fi simtit saracul! L-am scos de la Bragadiru si de aproape trei ani a locuit intr-un tarc impreuna cu alti catei. Pe cat era de masiv, pe atat era de bun cu cateii, dar si cu oamenii. Din pacate, nicio persoana de la bloc n-a venit sa-l mai vada. Si inimioara lui, poate slabea de dor, poate era macinata de asteptare. Era batran, dar poate ar fi putut sa mai traiasca. Era inteligent si resemnat. Astazi, cind Aurel ingrijitorul a intrat in tarc, Tarzan a iesit din casuta si s-a prabusit la picioarele lui. Tarzan, a asteptat toata viata lui omul, si a vrut sa moara in prezenta lui. Tarzan lasa un gol imens, o durere ce nu poate fi vorbita sau scrisa.
Voi, cei care aveti catelusi in adapostul nostru, veniti uneori sa-i vedeti. Ei va asteapta...lasati-i sa moara impacati, sa nu-i ucida dorul. Aproape doua treimi din catelusii din adapost, au peste 8-9 ani. Probabil, in curand multi vor pleca la ingeri...iubitii acum, cat mai este inca timp. Poate cativa dintre oamenii de la bloc, cei care l-au iubit pe Tarzan, vor citi. Poate le va da o lacrima, poate-l vor pomeni in discutiile cand ies cu cainii de apartament la plimbare. Vreau sa le spun, ca Tarzan i-a asteptat si a suferit de dorul lor...acum e tarziu!
The end of a legend
Tarzan was a dog that lived outside my apartment building. I met him 8 years ago when i first moved in. The story was that Tarzan was brought by the construction workers, he, and 7 more puppies when they built our apartments. He was the only one loved by every tenant. Nobody ever called the animal control.
When i opened my first shelter in Arges I moved all his friends except him. Every tenant, everyone who "loved" him, begged me to let him be, let him live the rest of his days where he grew up.
There were many winter holidays when Tarzan lived in the building outside my front door (he refused to come inside the apartment ). When everyone was celebrating with their families, shooting fireworks, I was holding Tarzan. The gentle giant was terrified of loud noises.
Everybody in the neighborhood loved him yet when the Pound's Death Cars came for him nobody cared enough to help, nobody saved him.
Maybe in that moment his little heart started giving up. Maybe when the noose went around his neck his heart stopped for a moment. How scarry was that for him? How much fear did he feel in that moment?
I picked him at Bragadiru a so called City Shelter but in reality a Death Camp. I took him to my shelter and settled him in. For 3 years he lived with us. He had love and care and even a couple of friends and roomates.
Tarzan was massive and scary looking. But he was the definition of a gentle giant. He loved everything and everyone but mostly he loved people.
Unfortunately none of the tenants ever came to visit him NOBODY..NEVER..from all those people who "loved" him..NOBODY CARED.
But he was hopefull and he was waiting. And his heart was getting weaker and weaker from all that waiting and hoping.
Tarzan was old but he could have lived longer. He was intelligent but he was resigned.
Today when Aurel the caretaker went in his kennel for daily feeding, Tarzan came out of his doghouse and collapsed. He wanted his own "human" all his life and he waited to die with a human present.
Tarzan left a huge hole in my heart, a massive emptiness, a pain that cannot be truly expressed in writing or speech.
Maybe some of the tenants who "loved" and knew him will read this. Maybe they will shed a tear and talk about him while they walk their little apartment dogs.
I just wanted to tell them that their Tarzan waited and missed them, but now, it is to late.

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