jeudi 18 juin 2026 08:02

(Message du mardi 26 mai 2026 09:46) Bonjour chere Marie, j'espère que tout va bien pour toi et pour vous deux, le temps passe , et on s'accroche, je profite de cette occasion pour te souhaiter un heureux anniversaire , une excellente journée, une bonne santé, et plein de succès avec vos colleys ! je tiens le coup, un peu diminué avec mes 99ans, je suis toujours chez moi assisté par ma fille Rolande la fille de Jeanine , j'ai de bonnes nouvelles de ma famille par ailleurs, et j'ai un descendant arriere petit fils né au Quebec en octobre 2025, de mon petit fils Alexandre pilote d'helico, et d'une charmante quebecoise Jessica ! je n'ai plus de chien, ma derniere chienne setter est morte l'an dernier, je ne pourrais plus m'en occuper, il vaut mieux comme ça ! je marche encore assez facilement , je ne fais plus de jardin, je suis en "roue libre" !! bonne journée amities et grosses bises.

jeudi 18 juin 2026 08:00

( Message du lundi 11 mai 2026 18:14) Bonjour à vous 2  Juste pour vous donner des nouvelles et vous envoyer quelques photos de mon doux Neo qui va sur ses 14 et 8 mois fils de votre douce Carmen. Il a du mal à marcher et depuis 1 an il a un traitement pour les reins. Il a perdu beaucoup de poids. Dur dur avec le fait qu'il ne puisse pas trop manger de protéines. Il va une fois par semaine à une séance d'hydrothérapie pour garder un minimum de muscles. La nourriture rénale il n'aime pas, alors je lui cuisine des pâtes grecques ou du riz avec des légumes ( carottes, haricots plats, brocolis, butternuts) avec du poisson blanc sans arrêtes ou des blancs de poulet avec quelques croquettes spéciales reins .... et 3 par semaine un œuf brouillé ( protéine digestible par les reins) en plus. Parfois il faut lui donner d'abord à la main ou entièrement. Il est toujours aussi beau et on ne lui donnerait pas son âge si on ne voit que sa tête , C'est un  battant et il marche plus que Scott qui a 10 ans dans la maison. Il y a des tapis partout pour qu'il ne glisse pas. Voilà j'espère que vous allez tous bien ? Et que ça vous plaît dans le Morvan. Mes amitiés, Manuela & co, NEO et Scott. 

dimanche 6 avril 2025 08:52

Cher Alain et chère Marie, Il y a bientôt deux mois, notre bien-aimé Wapi s'est envolé vers un autre monde, mais son âme ne nous a pas quittés. Comment pourrait-il en être autrement ? Nous avons partagé tant et tant d'amour, de tendresse et d'affection. Wapi avait une âme si belle et était si équilibré, un véritable sage. Nous n'aurions pu rêver plus beau cadeau de la vie. Et c'est à vous que nous le devons. Alors, un immense merci à vous deux, que le ciel a mis sur notre chemin. Je n'oublierai jamais le jour où nous sommes venus chercher Wapi. Je te vois encore, Marie, le tenant dans tes bras. Tu étais rayonnante et, manifestement, Wapi nous attendait, car tu lui avais certainement dit que nous venions le chercher pour l'emmener vers une belle vie. Ce fut une rencontre si merveilleuse, qui a instantanément illuminé nos cœurs. Son départ pour un autre monde fut tout aussi émouvant. Nous étions tous les trois allongés sur le lit, Wapi entre nous, son petit cœur battant encore faiblement, prêt à s'éteindre. Alors que nous ne l'entendions plus depuis un certain temps, il nous a dit adieu par deux aboiements, ou plutôt au revoir, car un jour, là-bas, nous nous retrouverons. La vie est un grand mystère, dont nous pouvons parfois apercevoir un fragment lorsque le voile de l'illusion s'entrouvre. Voilà, mes chers amis, que la vie vous soit douce et vous permette d'entrevoir ces petits bonheurs quotidiens. Je vous embrasse, Jean. 

mercredi 19 mars 2025 16:38

She sang … Have you ever heard a puppy sing ? Yes! She, my Hearty, sang! She was a coloratura soprano, and my friends said that she would soon make her debut at La Scala in Milan. She had inherited this gift from her mother, Firefly. But she didn’t sing to just anyone. Only to those she loved, when she saw them: Angela, Dia, Eddie, Catalin, Luci … She sang to Luci the most. She had a special weakness for him. She didn’t sing to anyone the way she sang to Luci … She liked Eddie to play her favorite game with her: “give me your beloved paw and your enchanted paw and give me your nose to kiss.” To Catalin, because he was not only her friend, but also her doctor, when she saw him, she had her own, sophisticated and delicate way of pampering herself, as if she were saying: "you won't make me hurt, even if you prick me with that needle, right?" To Angela, she was so tender because Angela always caressed her very gently, as she liked it so much. To Dia, she always greeted her with the same song as for Luci, only with a slightly lower tonality. And the tail...? The tail vibrated so hard from right to left, that it moved her whole body. For her, I walked 2500 km to bring her home. She was my first little girl! When I was little, my Mom called me a fetita-craita (little princess girl) When I first took her home and hugged her to my chest, I told her: ”you are my little girl, my little princess girl. Then, over the years, I kept telling her: Little girl with a bow, like a carnation, Titi-Fetiti, Titi-Moon – look at Moon! … She even had a poem of her own: “The most beautiful little girl in the world, the little girl with a bow, who has a dress and a bonnet, is a schoolgirl, goes to kindergarten and wears a crown.” She was the only one of all my children who had a poem. All my children had their own song. Hearty’s song was “How Far” sung by Holograf. Today, now, these lyrics … ”And how far should I hide the thought so that it doesn’t remind me of you? And how deep should I bury my heart so that it doesn’t struggle inside me anymore? The whole sea couldn't sink, all this love, you know well … No matter how far I ran, it wouldn't be too far … far from you ... "How far, how far … How far, how far … How far should I take my love, away from you .. ? How far, how far ... How far, how far ... No matter how far I ran on earth … I would return to you!” When she was chosen and promised to me from her nest, Marie asked me what name I wanted to give her and to keep in mind that in that nest all the names of the puppies had to start with the letter "G". I had thought, as was probably natural, being a rough collie with sable fur like in the movie, to call her Lassie, but I couldn't. I searched the internet. And I found it! "Gryta" - meant pearl in a language (I can't remember which). And yet I wasn't completely satisfied. At that time, I had watched a movie about a puppy named HeartyPaw. A puppy who, out of love for her owner, a little boy, had endured a terrible life full of pain and cruelty, but in the end had managed to find him, save him and die in his arms. I remember crying at that movie like no other puppy movie. And that's when I decided! I called Marie and said: "Please write on her pedigree like this: HeartyPaw Gryta Gold du Clos du Marialan". That was her name because that's what she was: A paw (meaning a puppy) all Heart, giving herself to me, and immaculate, unique and elegant as a pearl. I said "chosen", because I didn't choose her. Marie chose her for me. At first I didn't understand and I was a little angry that she wouldn't let me choose my puppy. After Hearty came to me, I realized that Marie was an elite breeder, who didn't let you choose your puppy, but knowing the personality of each puppy and talking to every person who wanted a puppy from her kennel, being a good observer and psychologist, she chose for each one's nature, exactly the puppy that suited it, and offered to the puppy the most suitable person to love it, just as it was. And Hearty was born for me, to bring me the drop of happiness lost when my Mother had become a snowflake. Hearty made me feel Mother. She had her own absolutely special, unique and atypical personality, even as a puppy. A puppy of unparalleled good manners. I don't think anyone in this world has ever had a puppy as good as Hearty. She didn't break anything, she didn't gnaw anything, she didn't bother anyone. She was silent, shy, extremely quiet, calm, gentle, delicate. From the first beginning, as a little puppy, she was a princess. The 2500 km that we drove from France to Bucharest, she didn't cry once, she didn't do her needs once in the car. She sat well, calmly in her basket or in my arms and watched out the window as the trees passed before her eyes at the speed of the car, the fields, the streets we passed, the cars we met. She had her own rhythm in agility and did this beautiful canine sport, just for me, just for my sake. It's not that she didn't like it, but she was more timid and didn't have amazing speed. Sometimes she liked it. Yes, she loved jumping over obstacles and she did it without a single mistake (she never knocked down a single bar) and she jumped with such elegance, it was as if she was flying and her whole big and beautiful, gold mane would swell in the wind then and she looked like a gazelle. Over time, knowing her and recognizing her in all the competitions or demonstrations we participated in, all the spectators and even the other competitors would crowd to take pictures of her when she jumped, she was so beautiful and majestic. With each jump she made over the obstacle, I could hear the flashes like you hear when paparazzi photograph celebrities. She also liked to climb the palisade. Two jumps, always correct, touching the area and she was up! As elegant and majestic as when jumping over obstacles. She “disgusted” the tunnel and the slalom. Why? Because through the tunnel and between the slalom poles all the other puppies were speeding past, sticking to the tunnel walls and the slalom poles. She wouldn’t even touch them! “How can I get my beautiful and fine fur dirty with this crap?” But she did all the obstacles and therefore did agility for me, because I wanted to. And she was also champion in Bucharest. And she was also at Ham Talent, appearing right in the credits of the show, where, although slow, everyone admired how beautiful and elegant she was and said that she was like a human mannequin on a catwalk presenting fashion when she did the slalom. Because she wasn’t that fast, Eddie, jokingly, had called her Hartilontul-said glontul (bullet). But she didn't get angry and she loved Eddie very much. When we came to the field, she would run to him, sit in front of him and, wagging her tail, stick out her nose, sing and wait for him to kiss her. Even though she didn't like agility very much, she did double agility with her partner, Tedy, and her sister Lassie. They were the only ones who had ever done double agility. Neither she nor I had ever been to any beauty contest and Catalin, what was he thinking when I said I wanted to go to a beauty contest with her, threw us straight into the deep water and entered us into the Eurodog Show (which had come to Romania for the first time), the largest European canine beauty show competition. An extremely difficult competition, where dogs of all breeds from all over Europe came. She was only 1 year and 6 months old when she participated in this huge competition. We took training lessons on how to parade in the presentation ring. Andrada combed her hair and prepared her like a princess. Everyone was excited. I… I won’t even say it anymore. But she… stepped into the presentation ring elegantly, as she naturally was, with her head held high, like a princess. The judge, Mr. Deschumier, an international judge of Danish origin, who only judged rough collies in major dog competitions, leaned over her, checked her out, and standing up, said to me: “I’ve never seen a head as beautiful as hers since I’ve been judging.” And she won Best of Breed in that competition that was so big and so difficult, out of over 100 rough collies that had come. With a medal, a cockade, and honors. On that day, October 7, 2012, her godmother, Dia, was supposed to come to support us together with her husband, Luci. Dia was pregnant with her first child, Luca. They had been preparing to come since 7:00 in the morning, when… Luca “announced” that he was coming into the world and Dia calmly told Luci: “we have to go to the hospital.” Luci’s calm answer remained memorable: “And we’re not going to see Hearty at the competition?” I always said to her: “Who is the most beautiful girl in the world?” She would slightly lower her head to one side and, waving her tail so that her whole body moved, she would come towards me, supple, “humming” slightly, only she knew what, but as if saying in a song: “me, I am the most beautiful girl in the world, because I am your little princess girl”. Sometimes when she was lying with her muzzle on her paws in front of me and I was sitting on the couch, all I had to do was move my lips without saying this phrase “Who is the most beautiful girl in the world?” and she would immediately move the tip of her tail and look at me more intensely with her eyes shining with infinite love. She loves, yes that’s the word, LOVES throwing the ball to her. If I threw it to her a trillion times, a trillion times she would go get it and come back so proudly with the ball in her mouth, wagging her tail and placing it at my feet. She would take two steps back and with her head up and her eyes fixed on the ball in my hand, wagging her tail, she would wait impatiently for me to throw it to her again and again and again and again …. to infinity… And although she loved playing with the ball, she wouldn’t go get the ball unless I threw it to her. No matter who else threw the ball to her, she wouldn’t go get it. It was just our game, and the “trophy”, the ball, she would give it only to me. She was of a rare delicacy and gentleness. Everyone said she was a princess. When her little sister, Lassie, came to us (they had the same mother, Firefly), when Catalin saw them he said: Lassie is still a shepherdess (because they both come from Marie, a breeder-lady from France who has a kennel of rough collies, but also sheep), but Hearty is and remains a princess. When we went outside and it was raining and muddy, she would avoid every puddle and when she had to walk on the wet and muddy ground, she would stop and think: "how can I walk with my delicate and white paws through this mud and not get dirty?" When I was working on the computer, she would always come and sit next to my chair and wouldn't move from there for hours. It was her place! Only hers! She could sit for hours looking at me without moving. Sometimes I would stop what I was doing and look at her. She wouldn't take her eyes off me! I would caress her, kiss her, and go back to my work, thinking, "How can someone look at you so still for hours with so much adoration, with so much love?" If I was watching a melodramatic movie and felt like crying, I couldn't. If I thought about my own pain and felt like crying, I couldn't. Whenever I felt like crying, from wherever she was in the house, she would immediately come to me, in front of me, put her paw and long snout on my knees, and look at me with such a tender look: "Don't cry! I'm here, with you! I love you! I'm your little girl, and you're not alone!" I don't like driving outside the city, but last year I said: "now or never!" and took her to the beach. She had never been to the beach before. And she loved it. It was October, but it was warm outside. We would sit on the deserted beach for hours. She would sit in the sphinx position and look into the distance quietly. The sea, the sand... In the evening, she would fall asleep on the balcony with her nose in the breeze. She really liked the sea and I'm glad I was able to take her to see the sea. Marie, she gave it to me secretly. Why do I say secretly? Because in France you are not allowed to take the puppies out of the nest until 3 months after they are born. And Hearty came to me when she was only 7 weeks old. She came secretly and left secretly, tricking me. She made me go to the bathroom to get toilet paper to clean her nose and when I came back to the room … she … had sneaked away … Last night, at some point, after we returned from the clinic, she was a little better and was waving her paws as if she wanted to get up and without a voice (she, the soprano who sang so beautifully!) as she had been for a long time, she was trying to tell me something … I took her in my arms. With her head slightly tilted back, she kept trying to say: (h)au, (h)au, (h)au … and again: (h)au, (h)au, (h)au … and again … every time three times … I didn’t understand what she wanted to tell me. I saw her agitated and I thought that this was hurting her. I was carressing her and trying to calm her down: “Shhh! Enough, mom, enough!” I don't know what she wanted to tell me and I didn't understand. When I came home and she was happy, she barked three times. When she wanted the ball to play with, she barked three times. When she was happy, she always barked three times … Now … ? She was happy that she was better … , she was happy that she would be with me for a long time … ? "Mom, mom, mom, I'm fine, my fever is gone, I'll always be with you ..." I don't know ... I'll never know ... Why couldn't I understand? Then she calmed down and didn't say anything until ... she left ... secretly ... When Tedy was old and couldn't walk anymore, Eddie came for Christmas to see him and ... to say goodbye. Today, when Hearty was in the infusion room, I was sitting in the yard for a while and a SMURD helicopter flew right over the clinic. I thought: "It's Eddie coming to say goodbye to Hearty. But how can he come when he doesn't even know that she's sick and ... she's not going to live long ...? How can you come to say goodbye to someone if you don't know that they're leaving soon?" And then I wrote him a message in which I told him that a helicopter had passed over the clinic where Hearty ... and that I thought it might be him. He replied: "I was just flying, we've been landing for 30 minutes now". Only God creates such events. Less than an hour later, Eddie came to the clinic to say goodbye to Hearty. Catalin ... he's far away too. He had to go somewhere. I asked him: "Did you say goodbye to Hearty yesterday, maybe by the time you come back ...?" He replied: "only half, because I still hope..." Angela, from a very far distance, wrote to me this evening: "Please caress her and kiss her for me..." I knelt down next to her, kissed her on the forehead, caressed her and said: "Angela told me to kiss you and caress you for her." All puppies have a gentle, warm look. In their eyes you can sink into a world of infinite love. Hearty, however, had in her eyes and in her entire facial expression, a warmth, a tenderness, a delicacy like I have never seen in any puppy before. She would sometimes look at you as if surprised, but with such indulgence and gentleness. And sometimes her gaze had such a sweet, childish naivety. There are 22 days left until her birthday – April 5. She would have turned 14. Yesterday, on the road, with clenched fists and tears in my eyes, I prayed to God: "Please let her be with me a little longer, until her birthday, so that she can also enjoy the trees that are starting to bloom, the spring that has come, the lilies of the valley. I bought her a stroller so that I can walk her in the park, let me walk her in the park a little longer this spring." Today, seeing how she is suffering, so that we don't reach a terrible decision (as Catalin used to tell me) I prayed to Him: "Please, help her to leave peacefully, without suffering. When You want, but let her not suffer ...” Hearty never let me cry ... Hearty, now, has overturned the sky with all the rains in the world and the seas with all the waves on my cheeks and still there is not enough so many endless TEARS to be able to bring her back ... Bucharest, March 15, 2025, hour 5 am and 3 minutes when she left ...