Our apartment has been empty for a few days now. It is still beautiful and we have a wonderful view of Lake Brienz—which helps a little. But the apartment feels soulless. I can imagine that there are people who don't understand the fuss surrounding Rasta's passing, and that's okay. The unconditional love of a dog cannot be explained. For me, it goes deeper than the love for any human being. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they simply love us humans just the way we are. No matter if we look bad, are a few pounds overweight, or are just in a bad mood—they are there, look you in the eyes, and say: hey, I love you, my human. This makes it so damn hard to let them go. Even though you know that day will come and that it's a law of nature. We are never ready for it. The only consolation in our case is that we gave Rasta the best dog life a dog could wish for. We made sure that his quality of life was good despite his nasty disease (degenerative myelopathy) and that he was still beaming until the very last day. We are still crying a lot and I would like to thank the thousands of news stations. We simply can't keep up with responding to them all. But we feel you all and we are so proud that Rasta meant so much to so many people. What happens next? We are trying to find a new daily routine. We wash carpets, tidy up here and there, and even if it sounds strange, somehow it also helps to accept that he is no longer here. Every night, we leave a light on the balcony in case he wants to stop by and can't find the house in the dark. Yesterday, a beautiful rainbow appeared over Brienz—perhaps a little sign from him—who knows. I know that Rasta would have wanted us to start enjoying the moment again. Unfortunately, we are not as advanced in this discipline as he was, but we are trying. By popular demand, Rasta's pages will remain open. That way, you can always come back for a dose of Rasta when you need it. He's only gone physically. His spirit lives on all over the world. I'll also be posting regularly again and leaving you a few words and pictures. One thing is clear—life is very empty without a dog, and at some point, a new fur ball will enter our lives, and we will give him a wonderful dog's life too. He has a big legacy to live up to, but I'm sure he'll do it in his own way.
Until then, however, we must be patient, and of course we will never, ever forget Rasta. He was too present, too engaging, too radiant, and simply too unique for that. Let's stick together. In recent years, we have brought far more than just beautiful pictures to the world. We have spread values, insights, attitudes, and good vibes, serving as a kind of positive injection for the daily madness out there. I will continue to do this—first on my own, and eventually with the help of another fluffy friend on four paws.
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Our apartment has been empty for a few days now. It is still beautiful and we have a wonderful view of Lake Brienz—which helps a little.
But the apartment feels soulless. I can imagine that there are people who don't understand the fuss surrounding Rasta's passing, and that's okay.
The unconditional love of a dog cannot be explained. For me, it goes deeper than the love for any human being. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they simply love us humans just the way we are. No matter if we look bad, are a few pounds overweight, or are just in a bad mood—they are there, look you in the eyes, and say: hey, I love you, my human.
This makes it so damn hard to let them go. Even though you know that day will come and that it's a law of nature. We are never ready for it.
The only consolation in our case is that we gave Rasta the best dog life a dog could wish for. We made sure that his quality of life was good despite his nasty disease (degenerative myelopathy) and that he was still beaming until the very last day.
We are still crying a lot and I would like to thank the thousands of news stations. We simply can't keep up with responding to them all. But we feel you all and we are so proud that Rasta meant so much to so many people.
What happens next? We are trying to find a new daily routine. We wash carpets, tidy up here and there, and even if it sounds strange, somehow it also helps to accept that he is no longer here.
Every night, we leave a light on the balcony in case he wants to stop by and can't find the house in the dark.
Yesterday, a beautiful rainbow appeared over Brienz—perhaps a little sign from him—who knows.
I know that Rasta would have wanted us to start enjoying the moment again. Unfortunately, we are not as advanced in this discipline as he was, but we are trying.
By popular demand, Rasta's pages will remain open. That way, you can always come back for a dose of Rasta when you need it. He's only gone physically. His spirit lives on all over the world.
I'll also be posting regularly again and leaving you a few words and pictures.
One thing is clear—life is very empty without a dog, and at some point, a new fur ball will enter our lives, and we will give him a wonderful dog's life too. He has a big legacy to live up to, but I'm sure he'll do it in his own way.
Until then, however, we must be patient, and of course we will never, ever forget Rasta. He was too present, too engaging, too radiant, and simply too unique for that.
Let's stick together. In recent years, we have brought far more than just beautiful pictures to the world.
We have spread values, insights, attitudes, and good vibes, serving as a kind of positive injection for the daily madness out there.
I will continue to do this—first on my own, and eventually with the help of another fluffy friend on four paws.
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