“Goodbye may seems forever. Farwell is like the end. But in my heart’s the memory, and there, will always be.”
Dinsey's The Fox and the Hound
I woke up this morning and I immediately rushed into the bathroom because I was late. While brushing me teeth I heard my mom talking with my brother, and then come close to me, repeating the same name: << Julie…>>. I just stood in front of her for one minute before realizing she wouldn’t have added anything else.
My first reaction was weird: I looked at her body lying on the bottom of her cage, as she was sleeping with a peaceful expression. All I did was just staring at her body, waiting for seeing her chest moving and breathing, but it didn’t happen.
I did the same when I came home in the afternoon, as if I couldn’t realise she was death. I feel guilty for secretly wishing her death in my mind, but I just couldn’t stand seeing her suffering like that.
Our relationship, as well as the one she had with human beings in general, has been difficult. She took about two years to start trust in mankind, well, in me and my mother mainly. Nevertheless I’ve always loved her, even if she wasn’t that mild pet you can handle so easily. I recognise she had a kind of dignity in that, and I’ve always respected it.
Julie was probably the busiest animal I’ve ever met: she was always doing something, and only in her old age she used to spend a huge amount of hours sleeping. She was also very strong as she faced the death of her mate, which made her insecure for a while, and a deep pain for her broken leg. But she kept holding on, like a person, and went on with her life.
She taught me that strong personalities cannot be changed.
JULIE (MAY 2005- 08 FEBRUARY 2011)
The strongest and the sweetest chipmunk who ever hanged around my bed room.
R.I.P Little one.
Mi dispiace tantissimo, Ele, mi dispiace tanto, tanto, non hai idea...So che le volevi un'infinità di bene..
RispondiEliminaTi capisco, anche io mi sono sentita così quando se n'é andato il mio Ben, é terribile e all'inizio non riesci a crederci nememno. Vorrei tanto poterti dire qualcosa che possa darti la forza di andare avanti serenamente, anche se so che é difficile ed é ancora un pò presto. A costo di sembrarti terribilmente banale, credo che la tua piccolina sia sempre lì con te, purtroppo é difficile quando se ne va un amico a cui vuoi molto bene... tu tieni sempre la sua immagine in mente e nel cuore, il ricordo mantiene vivo chiunque, my friend.
Ti mando un abbraccio e saluto anche io la piccola ma fortissima Julie..
Ancora una volta, grazie di cuori Sere. Fortunatamente credo di avere avuto molte distrazioni: scuola, verifiche e impegni vari che mi allontanavano i cattivi pensieri. Però, poi, quando torni a casa e vedi l'angolo precedentemente occupato dalla sua gabbia vuoto, e lei che non è più lì a fissarti arrampicata sulla sua noce di cocco, senti davvero che ti manca qualcosa.
RispondiEliminaComunque grazie, grazie davvero di cuore. Nei momenti difficili, i supporti degli amici a te vicini riescono sempre a tirarti un pò su.