Essay about love!

Once upon a time there was a bitch we rescued from Burdujeni and who ended up in a NATO military base in the UK. Promoted from Police to Special Forces. And because Christmas days are about stories being told and shared, being woven or born before our eyes, we have chosen to write you a different story tonight. Immortal. A story about the love we carry inside us forever. And then, when we leave this earth, we take it with us to the next world. On June 17, 2019, on Whitsun Day, the guys from the Burdujeni Local Police Station asked for our support with a bitch hit by a car. Nice and hearty as I've always known them, the cops brought the bitch to the vet, and from there she remained in our care. A fractured leg, surgery, the bitch recovered, put back on 4 legs and named Rusalia after the big celebration in which she was rescued.

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We receive a very nice message from a Romanian woman living in England. She was very fond of Rusalia, they had another dog rescued from a shelter in Craiova. But not just any kind of dog, but a totally unadoptable, traumatized, abandoned dog in the shelter, which they totally took on. We talked a lot on the phone, made sure she left in good hands, did paperwork and paperwork, then sent Rusalia on the journey of a lifetime. Our Romanian? Meda Sandu. She graduated from Sava High School in Bucharest and was admitted to Boston University, studying medicine. Which took some work, in addition to her intelligence. Meda has volunteered in the most remote backwaters of Africa. To be truly happy, she had to help others. She went to the other side of the world to give a helping hand to children from troubled families, starving, raped, suffering from AIDS, with prostituted mothers, drug-addicted fathers and sick grandparents. After her studies she settles in the UK and marries Tim, a UK officer in the Royal Marines Special Forces. Rusalia arrived in England on 19 September 2019. A dream life. A family of beautiful young people, intellectuals, walks, holidays, love, civilization. We get photos, talk to them, exchange messages. So beautiful. We also send them by courier the CD with the X-ray that preceded Rousalia's surgery, as they were going to make her life insurance. Last year in the lock down, Meda sends us masks and creams for our cracked hands from all the spit and disinfectant. We always kept in touch with them, we were very happy for Rusalia and especially because Meda didn't forget his country and gave a poor shelter stray a great chance.

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In July 2020, Medea's husband Tim dies. He was just 37 years old. Sudden cardiac arrest, they later learned of his autoimmune disease. We found out a couple of months later, around September.

I had just lost a good friend from Suceava, Alexandra Carpan. And Meda found the strength to write to us. Below is her message, which we read and reread, and which left us speechless...when there was so much more to say: 'Hi, I saw your post about Alexandra. I'm terribly sorry. I know what it means and it is very difficult to accept when a young person and especially a good soul is taken so early, and nothing I can say will comfort you or take away your pain. All I can tell you is that in time, the pain transforms into an even stronger love that will fill your soul with good feelings, but slowly and very slowly - at least that is what I hope the end will be. I haven't told you yet, but my husband Tim, Rusalia's father, died in July at 37. Somewhat asymptomatically, suddenly, one night he went into cardiac arrest, an autoimmune disease that weakened his heart beyond detection. He was an officer in the UK, in the Royal Marines Special Forces, and was the healthiest, strongest, most fit person I have ever known. The result of the autoimmune disease was given almost a month later after many tests, because the autopsy showed nothing. It is very painful and hard for those left behind. Especially for Rusalia, who since her death they hardly take her out of the house, carry her a few streets because she doesn't want to walk. She's sad, although in the last few weeks she's recovered, but she's waiting for him. They loved each other very much, and she lived with him in the NATO military base, super secret base and had been promoted from police to special forces. I can't tell you how happy you made him with Rusalia, she would call me and tell me how special she was, how cool and loving and weird at the same time, and how she felt when he was upset. How he would bury her toys under him, and how they would both sleep in bed, and when the lights went out she would go to her bed. She was his alarm. When the alarm went off, she'd let him snooze her twice, the third time she'd come and smack him in the head! I hadn't seen a connection like theirs, and now she had moved to a base in Scotland where she couldn't wait to get it, she had 5km surrounded by grass on base, and she loved it (I took her there when I emptied her room) and she was with me. You'll also see the video where she doesn't drink water from the bowl, but she emptied his water bottle. It's so impressive how he still sits and waits. I couldn't write sooner because I was actually distracted, but slowly for Rusa and Polly I have to move forward with him in my heart. I am sending you some pictures (the picture of him and her was the picture I put all over his funeral ), instead of flowers I asked for donations for you and the NGO where I picked up Polly, if you receive in memory of Tim or Maj TMB Addison RM's for him (possibly unsigned), I hope it raises a bit so you can do something. I hope in the future we can work together to do something in his memory, maybe a playground for the dogs in the shelter, maybe a building for the sick or disabled, at the moment I am not up to it but in the future I would love it and I know he would love it too. Kisses and hold on tight!'

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Tim and Rusalia have shared less than a year together. She was the love of his life. The connections between us are permanent, and their traces remain in everything we are, even when people are no longer in our lives. Meda went through all kinds of merry-go-rounds, losses, trials. But she knew how to find that deep love that transforms, converts hearts, destinies and finally draws a rainbow in the sky...when the rain caught up with her and she couldn't find any more answers! Christmas in peace, Meda! With your dogs! These lines are for you! We embrace you with love! You are the most beautiful and strongest man in the world! Below pictures of rescuing Rousalia, of a fairytale life with Meda and Tim, of Meda volunteering in Africa.

Life will follow its own steps, and we will let it lead us with love and faith! Love, Roxana!