Cerovnik u srcu: 2025

09 travnja 2025

Nemjerljivo...🐺

She hurts me so much. It never stopped hurting. Half of me left with her. She made me laugh so hard that I couldn't believe that a dog could make a human being so happy. There's not a day that goes by that I don't look at her photos. People don't hurt me the way she hurts me. She was my only and truest friend. Not just a pet. People say, get yourself a new husky puppy. As if it's just that. I've been trying, but it's not working. It hurts, it hurts even more. Because I'll never find a puppy like her again. Just like her. And it tears me apart. She used to listen to me, she used to talk to me in her "husky language". That made me laugh. We understood each other. I would like to erase every memory of her, but it's not working. She doesn't go away from my memory. It just hurts even more. April 9, 2017. I will never forget. At this time, I found out and I cried so much. Like never in my life. Last night I thought about her because she would have been eight years old today since she was gone. I cried again. I don't love that day, nor that damned month. Nothing in my life has hurt me as much as she did. She was my only and best friend. She didn't ask for much in return. Just a little attention and a handful of picked wild strawberries. She lives in my heart. As long as I live, she will live too. That immeasurable she-wolf. Zoya.

Ona me jako boli. Nikada i nije prestalo boljeti. Sa njom je otišlo i pola mene. Ona me zasmijavala tako jako da nisam mogla vjerovati da jedan pas tako može usrećiti ljudsko biće. Nema dana da ne gledam njezine fotografije. Ljudi me uopće ne bole kao što me ona boli. Bila je moj jedini i iskreni prijatelj. Ne samo ljubimac. Ljudi kažu, nabavi si novo štene haskija. Kao da je to samo tako. Pokušavala sam, ali ne ide. Boli, još jače boli. Jer nikada više neću pronaći štene kao ona. Baš kao ona. I to me razdire. Znala me slušati, znala mi je pričati na svom "haski jeziku". To me zasmijavalo. Razumjele smo se. Voljela bih izbrisati svako sjećanje na nju, ali ne ide. Ona ne prolazi iz sjećanja. Samo još jače boli. 9.4.2017. nikada neću zaboraviti. U ovo vrijeme sam saznala i tako sam jako plakala. Kao nikada u životu.Sinoć sam o njoj razmišljala jer joj je danas osam godina kako je više nema. Plakala sam opet. Ne volim taj dan, niti taj prokleti mjesec. Ništa me u životu nije tako boljelo kao ona. Ona mi je bila jedini i najbolji prijatelj. Nije zauzvrat tražila mnogo. Samo malo pažnje i šaku ubranih šumskih jagoda. Ona živi u mom srcu. Dok živim ja, živjet će i ona.Ta nemjerljiva vučica. Zoya.