Sometimes I sit and wonder what caused me to start writing such a story? …. I’ve given my answer to find out what actually happened.
To start with was once that I never would have imagine something so wonderful could be awful so I decided to start with my classic style…
It was a rainy day outside although it was celebrated with, Flowers, a week before Easter, I went to take pictures in Cismigiu Park. I said to myself, what if, and why not try taking photos, I may be lucky.
I finally succeeded, though, as I said, outside was gloomy, the wet park alleys, wet grass, and dripping rain from the leaves of the trees.
In fact, history begins with an innocent walk through the park among the drops, Cismigiu being recognized from ancient times as a park of lovers and rebels of the night, and whom I loved and adored since I was a child, for the special flavor of the images wonderful spring.
So it was May, Sunday last year, on the threshold of holidays, the park was not this time full of people, only a few coupleof lovers and ambulance merchants who wanted to do on this day a few bucks.
Attempting to take pictures was beneficial to me even though the light did not benefit me too much. However, the landscapes were excellent for the compositions I wanted, the park being always a place where you can find plenty of subjects if you see them.
It is very true that I have fired a lot of cadres as they usually do frames sufficient to fill my soul with energy as it always happens in such situations.
The alleys of the park are not too crowded, as every Sunday, they have created a lot of interior comfort that I am not alone, and that I will manage this time to do what I have proposed.
The water in the night rain alleys playfully reflects the branches of the trees full of leaves, alternating with the gray shades of the inadvertently passing people.
There were stalls and kiosks of ambulance vendors who exhibited various wooden egg products, for the holiday that was about to be in a week, to beautifully colored goods to attract innocent passers-by to the desirable and appealing looks of children.
What attracted my attention in particular was a tiny, damp and tentative tent, strategically located near the fan of the park in the middle of the park.
From the entrance I saw it was apparent that the tent was for children, “Animal for Children.” I was interested in such images, and a hunter of photographic subjects, I said I was more lucky and could photograph subjects attract the viewers and not only as much as I do.
I gathered my courage and I went in. The tent was divided into several areas where rabbits were housed in age brackets.
Eureka!!! I said because the bunnies are my favorite pets and I have several bunnies at home.
I said that I had an excellent idea, which is why I looked in the eye for the person who took care of them to ask for the permission to take their picture.
He gave me the permission, but he asked me in the meantime not to use the flash to make the rabbits uncomfortable. Said and done.
The bunnies were clutched together to warm themselves because the land on which they stood was cold and the cold outside maintained the cold atmosphere inside.
The lady did not seem to be the caregiver of the animals, being rather a patron, as she was beautifully dressed and because of the hands that emanated a smell of French quality cream and the fine and less pronounced aroma left behind when passing by me .
I started the job and I shot a few suave frames for the composition to be done.
But at some point I saw a tiny white-haired teddy bear in the corner of a Teddy breed that attracted my attention.
His long ears and two eyes were like two black balls, which emanated from the heat, his gaze being sparkling, but shivering with cold.
Honestly, I love the rabbits enormously and I’m crazy for them, and when I saw him he was charming me and melting my heart instantly. This has never happened to me.
At that moment, I stopped taking photos and told myself that I would ask the lady with the risk of shaving.
This teddy bunny was supposed to be mine and he really asked to go home with.
God this never happened to me to break down such a feeling, or to charm me with a little fur.
I thought I’d ask the lady for whatever it was to have it, he had to be mine, he basically said, “Take me with you,” he thinks do it, I’m convinced not.
The lady told me to come back in a week and she probably thought I would give up, but I’m not like a shaken-up kid. I wanted him then.
I wholeheartedly guarantee that anyone who saw him and saw his gaze would not give up.
After many talks and prayers finally gave it to me, I greatly needed it as if I had won a lot of money at the roulette.
Obviously, I gave her a ban because that is what happens after some animal caregivers, an old tradition of the elders.
I had a great big need in my arms, I kissed him, and promised him a beautiful life, and he was glued to me, once again confirming love at first glance.
The truth is that perhaps the outside cold made it stick to me, being simply lost.
Once I won the trophy (the rabbit), I thought to give her a name as I did with the other 5 bunnies I had at home, and what do you think? I said, “Today’s buddy I will call you Puffy,” with a look of a beaten child though I’m a mature guy.
But sometimes it’s good to be a child to move a lot more easily over some of the life’s situations and see everything in pink although in reality there is a black spectrum …. Ufffff !!!
But I had a little puzzler who was a boy or a little girl, it does not matter anyway. Puffy is what I named him.
I was really happy, happier than ever …
Of course I did not take pictures, because I had Pufuletul in my arms and I had to take care of him.
I walked away quickly to the exit of the park with the hope of not being stopped by that lady and taking my bunny.
At the exit of the park, I knew that I would not lose my Pufuletul. I headed for the bus station to go home. Being in front of a fastfood store, I told myself to go in and ask them if they would give me a box to make it more comfortable at home.
I walked in, a beautiful but big-hearted man told me she did not want wild animals in the store. He was right, and I went out. On the way out, another vendor asked me kindly what I wanted, first of all I showed him the Pufuletul and he gave me a the bag because she had no box, with some napkins inside to give the dwarf as much comfort and no longer to tremble by the cold.
I thanked him and headed for the bus station. I triumphantly went home.
When I got home I thought I would go to a store and buy a box that would later become his home, and absolutely everything he needed, food, water tank, fan and more .
Puffy was two months old when I adopted him. A few months later, more precisely it was winter, this began the nightmare of my life and of his.
One day I noticed that I was sitting in the wrong side of his box and I thoughts he was saying that he was actually playing.
And yet I found it unnatural for a normal bunny, no longer eating or drinking water. I panicked and I went to an emergency veterinarian after I first consulted the internet to know how to react in such situations.
I did not know what to do. Finally I arrived at the veterinarian who told me Puffy had otitis and told me to take an X-ray to his head to be sure, but he would get rid of him and he was more likely to do well and live.
Oh my God! I did not know what to think of why I too would be spoiled for such an unpleasant situation given the fact that I treated him as well as possible.
I read on the internet as untreated can only live between 4 and 8 days.
I have been treating Puffy since the end of January this year. I gave medicine and treated him for one day for a month. Puffy looks at me with his big eyes of candies and seemed to pray from his soul to help him do well.
I, melted for him, and I have proposed to treat him because there is always a life expectancy, and life has been given to him by God, and I have no moral right to take it through a lethal injection. So I promised to do everything I can to keep him alive and to help his sufferings. Every time he stares in my eyes saying as if to help him.
When it is cold outside and I take him to the veterinarian I hold him close to my heart on my chest so that I he does not suffer from the cold and I might as well let him feel my heart beat. A poor innocent soul who needs help, and who can not speak to tell you what’s wrong with him.
A few days I took him to the vet again, but the ruthless disease continued.
Every day I made carrot juice and I gave him medicine through a small dropper because he could not swallow, I had allow the vet to put him under anesthesia to shave his teeth and not to create other problems. Then a very good friend of mine sent a medicine from the US, a medicine I could not find here.
Poor Puffy has three injections and an antibiotic every other day, and the other drug gives him by mouth every 12 hours.
For eight months, Sunday through Sunday, I take Puffy to the veterinarian, even on my birthday or onomastics I am going, but if you believe me I’m not sorry he is still alive. I keep going I am like his mother.
I think he, looks in my eyes and ask for food, water and more care and attention as a small child, forgive me but I can never forget the warm, bright and shining look of his two small margaritas .
Now I have more than 8 months since I go to the vet and treat it further, his body is getting better and gaining weight, which gives me hope that I have done well. I love him wholeheartedly …
What do you think?
I intended to tell you in writing this little true story, a real life story, and if we think well and it can happen to us even though it is not desirable.
But Puffy can not talk, we do.
Even if I do not have the talent to write, even if my expression is not always what I wanted, even if I hurt or bother some talented writers, please forgive me, I try something new for myself, trying the shy and natural way of scratching on paper sharing what I’ve been through and continue going through, and maybe I can ever get up to those who write a real art, or maybe … it depends on the chance …