Precious Feeling...

Não tenho coragem nem disposição suficiente para narrar o que aconteceu neste dia em 2009, pois é muito doloroso. Não consigo olhar fotos, vídeos, falar sem que minha voz fique embargada e meus olhos marejem. Carrego comigo o sentimento de culpa...carrego comigo o "se".

Muitas pessoas ainda não tiveram a oportunidade de experimentar esse tipo de amor... ou por não gostar, ou por preguiça, ou por contenção de gastos. E, por não terem vivido e sentido esse amor, muitas vezes, não entendem essa relação completamente desgarrida de cobranças.

A dor que sinto ainda não se transformou na saudade gostosa, na qual todos falam a respeito e que vem com o tempo.

Bem, no final de janeiro,a professora do curso de inglês que faço em uma Library falou a respeito da revista anual que publica histórias dos alunos, conhecida como Speakout 2010. Era opcional a participação e sua história passaria por uma comissão para escolha das publicáveis. Imediatamente me interessei... e minha princesinha, tenho certeza, abanou o rabinho de felicidade ao saber que iria ganhar uma historinha sobre ela.

Peço desculpas pelo texto em inglês, mas queria postar aqui exatamente como escrevi...

Precious Feeling

Ten years ago, my mother, my sister and I earned from my father a little, white and cute present. He gave us a poodle puppy. She was 6 months-old and she already had a name, Yucha, and a lot of bad behaviors too, like peeing, chewing, digging and pooping everywhere and in everything. It was very tough in the beginning, because just my sister wanted that dog in our house. My mother and I didn’t need and didn’t want that responsibility and those chores every day.

But, we just fell in love with that little, fantastic, fun and adorable pet. About one week later, everyone in my house became “Yucha’s mommy”. All the chores were shared and Yucha was a good girl, because she didn’t make any mess in the house. Well, sometimes, she did, but it was not her fault, it was our fault for not going for a walk with her. We never trained her, but Yucha was very smart. She was always trying and ready to please us. She was the princess of our house and the best, loyal, and adorable company.

Two months before my move to Philadelphia, our precious Yucha died from a heart attack. She was nine years old. It was very painful because she was part of our family, she was our happiness. It was not easy to be in that house without our little white Yucha and with all the memories about her. Everything was there: her bowls, food, toys, bed…and we could not feel her there, her bark, her walk, and her hair, everywhere.

It is almost one year since Yucha passed away and I still miss her a lot. I want to adopt another little puppy, because, certainly, she or he will bring more happiness for my home. I’m trying to convince my husband to buy a “little baby” for me, because I want to feel that love for a pet that I felt once for my cute Yucha.

Kamyla Sa Leitao (Brazil)

Independence ESL

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