A TRIBUTE TO BARTHOLOMEO

My first dream come true was a golden puppy. And like a meteorite of light and love he felt into my life while I was finishing my studies of Slovene language and Sociology of Culture and worked as a croupier on the cards. He came into this world on the first of September 2006. How fitting for a teacher, but at that time I did not know what kind of school I brought home at the beginning of December. 

For the next 11 years, he was the sun of my life. He loved to explore new places ... ... But of course, he was named after Bartholomew Diaz - the Portuguese navigator who was the first to sail around the Cape of Good Hope.

Only years later did I realize that he actually brought Hope in the very first moment of our life together. When I was most depressed, lonely, misunderstood, when I had no one, when the whole world seemed ugly, dishonest, cruel ... he was always by my side.

And if the world has brought such a perfect being to life, then apparently it can't be as bad as my head told me a minute ago.

Just as Bartolomew physically crossed the wild streams and rocks beneath them and conquered storms so that he could connect with the Far East, so my pessimistic emotional storms and currents, which drew me to the rocks, where I could crash, with Bart's loving and sometimes naughty support, soon transformed into hope ...

He taught me how to enjoy the moment and play ...

He showed me the beauty of the world ...

He showed me how to be a true friend - loving, honest, supportive ...

He showed me the magic of the woods ...

He showed me what a patient teacher is when our little tornado baby girl came and turned our life upside down ...

He really was the best gift from the universe that I could wish for. And he was also my inspiration for another dream of mine - to write a book. And yes, he was there when I was writing it, when I published it on Amazon. And he was there when I got my first paperback copy ...

He died a few days after. It felt as his purpose here on Earth has been accomplished ...

In the 11 years of his life we made a tons of road trips - all the way from Dubrovnik to Vienna -, we loved, we cried, we learned ... we wrote ... we made a leap of faith together ...

After his greatest lessons - his death - my dream and my life collapsed. But now, after two years, it is time to move on ... I am ready to go on another path ... to love, to learn, to share and ... to write again ...