Si cu mine cum ramane?What about me?

Nu va imaginati cum aratam cand am fost adusa la Spiru Haret. Eram de-a dreptul scheletica, nu imi puteam folosi labutele din spate si aratam ca-n filmele de groza. In timp cu ajutorul tratamentului am inceput sa-mi pot folosi toate labutele, am invatat sa rad sa ma bucur de viata doar ca viata mea cea buna a inceput din clipa in care am fost internata.

You don’t even imagine how I looked like when I was brought up to Spiru Haret. I was simply only skin and bones, I couldn’t use my back paws and I was like in a horror movie. Meanwhile with the help of good treatment I started to use all my paws, I learned how to laugh, to be glad to be alive, but my good life began when I was hospitalized.

Chiar daca spatiul in care am locuit si inca locuiesc este tare mic, trebuie sa stiti ca aici am cunoscut fericirea. Am avut parte de atentie, de ingrijiri de hrana buna, ce sa va mai spus PARADIS nu gluma. Tristetea insa de-abia de-acum incepe. Aici nu voi mai putea sta mult timp si ar trebui sa intorc in haita de caini unde am fost accidentata. O singura miscare gresita a unui confrate mai mare m-ar putea costa viata.

 

Am auzit ca toti iubitorii de animalele au casele si curtile pline de animalute si ca practic nu prea mai este loc si pentru mine si gandul asta ma face sa plang. Oare atat sa insemne o viata buna, cateva saptamani de spitalizare?

O sa-mi crape inimioara de teama ca nimeni n-o sa ma vrea.
Ce-o sa se intample cu mine?

Daca aveti o idee va rog trimiteti mesaj la asociatia.robi@gmail.com.

Nu ma lasati sa-mi crape inimioara  va implor.Even if the space where I live now is very small, you have to know that here I’ve known happiness. People here gave me attention, care and good food, what can I say?! Paradise!! But the sadness will begin soon. Here, I can’t stay much longer and I will have to go back to the pack of dogs where I was injured. One wrong move of one of my pack brothers might cost me my life.

 

I heard that all pet lovers have their houses and courtyards full of animals and practically there is no room for me, this thought is making me cry.

Is this what a good life means, only few days of hospitalization?
My heart will break if no one would want me.
What will happen with me?

If you have an idea please send a mail to: asociatia.robi@gmail.com .

Don’t leave my heartbroken, I beg you!!!