happy b-day moro!

A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.” Jack London

“Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.”  Agatha Christie

“The more I get to know people the more I like my dog.” Mark Twain

time flies not like flies but as a space shuttle. 5 years ago I wrote one of my most beloved posts about my 1st dog, my stray dog Zuco. he saved my life when i was 4 and now as i type it my eyes are watering…wait

i wrote many posts about many things but i’ve never written a post about my dog Moro. coz this means i must write about myself when the life was losing me.

Moro turned 9 years today and I don’t want to wait until morning to write this. he is sleeping already and probably bit of light bothers him but says nothing. he is my best friend and currently only family i have.

being alone in this world is tough, especially in periods when health was at risk. i was suffering from a form of epilepsy since i was 15, caused by stress and abuse. i always knew that dog would be great for my ‘head’ but mother never allowed it. she is married now and lives somewhere far away. she has other interests. father lives somewhere fay away. he didn’t like moro at the beginning nor did moro like him which was odd. few years later i understood why was moro acting like that.

moro got his name in a bus while entering town of Sarajevo, was visiting film festival 9 years ago. i was thinking how to name him and thought about maybe moro. we used to have rottweiler moro, he had a big white spot on his chest which was very odd for a rottweiler. i wasn’t quite sure that this was the best name for my bichon so i left that idea and started thinking about other names. half a minute later, a big green cistern passed our bus and on its back it was written in huge white letters MORO. thank you Sarajevo ❤

my dog moro was literally invited to the academy of fine arts and spent hours in atelier. he never ever stepped on any paper, or canvas, never ever did he chew my brushes or else. my colleagues would often ‘kidnaped’ him while i was on lectures so he was socializing since he was a puppy. he adores people, loves sea and driving on the boat, bike, his favourite activity is sniffing so i often call him snoopy…he has the most beautiful eyes and could make a list of things he makes me proud. but one scene really got stuck in my memory: i was eating something when suddenly i lost ability to swallow. the food was already near my trachea and i couldn’t do anything to push it further down. horror. i really got scared but i had to be calm and relax, yet that didn’t help. the food was still there so either i’ll suffocate or else. i looked at my moro and saw he was scared shitless. instinctively i sat down on the floor and he started liking my hands so gently, inviting me to caress him. after few seconds i finally swallowed that bite. thank you Moro ❤

that scene is from a period when it was almost impossible for me to stay alive. among many things that ‘attacked’ my body at that period, I also got a syndrome of a broken heart. literary my heart was dying. i would end up at emergencies and directly transferred to cardiologist who couldn’t understand how a person with a ‘healthy’ heart experiences such problems – pulse 35, blood pressure 40/60 etc. only 2 years later an old cardiologist from Split understood that it’s psychological, i lost a will to live. he told me that situation is serious and it all depends on me. i knew that before him but now I had scientific proof. it is similar with zen teachers, when they decide it’s time to go, they go. and yes, a person will die ‘easily’ if there are no people around and no nurturing love in your whole life.

nobody likes to read or listen bad stories. i was ashamed for a long time of what happened to my life. some parents scarify own life to save child’s life, while some persons scarify child’s life to save their own. but i learned that there’s nothing to be ashamed about. they are not me and I am not them. never was. they are not bad people just unfortunately have selfish genes. guess being ‘fascinated’ with abandoned children since my very young age kind of prepared me early on for everything that is about to happen later in life. when you live on your own since childhood, a person develops amazing skills to survive. who knows, one day i might write a book on it, a manual how to survive when there is no reason for it. 

dogs are best friends when there is nobody. even when there is. dogs feel world differently. i learned so much from my dog by just observing him or better to say observing myself. moro allows me to be gentle but didn’t allow me to be sad too long coz i have responsibility to take care of him. and myself in that manner. he always makes me laugh, makes other people laugh, we cuddle often and we also sing – he is very vocal and picks up the sounds almost like a parrot. i do his haircuts and of course i didn’t castrate him.

at the beginning of this post my eyes were watering for sentimental reasons. at the end of this post my eyes smile coz my heart is healthy again as is my dog who turned 9 years today.

Happy Birthday Moro! 🙂

ps. we like to thank my friend Marta and island of Hvar for inviting us to enjoy a bit @ sea.
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