{"id":393,"date":"2006-09-15T21:22:50","date_gmt":"2006-09-15T19:22:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=393"},"modified":"2006-09-15T21:28:02","modified_gmt":"2006-09-15T19:28:02","slug":"the-valenzetti-equation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=393","title":{"rendered":"The Valenzetti Equation"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m not feeling too happy at the moment, as you can maybe imagine. In fact my therapist called earlier today to make an appointment and she said “you sound like you’re sad right now”. I guess that’s why she’s a therapist. She asked me if there was anything I needed to talk about over the phone, but I didn’t feel like doing that. Got an appointment on Tuesday though.<\/p>\n

I was taken by surprise yesterday. I had been told that 3B and Springbok would have to leave on Friday, today. So it came as something of a shock when they were dragged to Kurt’s van at the end of Thursday. I guess there was a change of plans. And suddenly there was no time left. After they were put in the back of his van, Kurt went to do some stuff before he left. I staid and looked through the window, looked at 3B and Springbok. All I could think was “sorry”. Over and over. What kind of monster am I that I let them be taken away? How horrible am I that I didn’t do something more, just anything, to prevent it. I know that’s not a very productive line of thought. But it was all I could think as they looked back out at me. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Forgive me. The window was covered by a thick layer of dust and dirt. I wiped it away and rested my forehead on it and just looked at them. Then Kurt came back. He let me say a last goodbye and take that last picture and then he drove off.<\/p>\n

I kept a brave face for most of it. Figured it would be selfish to make a scene. It didn’t really hit home until late at night. Going to bed. Alone with my thoughts. And then I started crying. Picturing them there, looking out at me. And I started thinking of Mathilde. And I felt very miserable. And cried myself to sleep. So much for my supermacho image.<\/p>\n

The kids’ space has already been taken up.<\/p>\n

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Two super-sweet lambs. I am going to enjoy getting to know them. The black one is particularly gorgeous. They are lovely, but they don’t cheer me up just yet. I am still in mourning. Somehow it wouldn’t feel right to be happy right now.<\/p>\n

It was Pernille who told me that they would be leaving. That was Wednesday. She said that when you’ve been working with these things for so many years then you learn not to get too attached to the animals that won’t stay. That’s not a lesson I have learnt yet. I don’t think I can anyway. I remember talking to Skye about breeding dogs for a living, and wondering if I could even bear to sell any off. I am too selfish to let things go. I always put my own needs before other’s.<\/p>\n

But enough of that. I will be okay. And I am glad that 3B and Springbok had a wonderful life at the playground. They had a lot of freedom, they were loved and well taken care of. They even had their own uncle Plume to jump on whenever they wanted. That’s not so bad after all. I am glad that I got to share them with you guys too. I know they will not be forgotten.<\/p>\n

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way they looked back at me, through the window. Not understanding what was happening. Hopefully in time the good memories will stay and those last minutes will fade.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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