It’s heartbreaking Rosita Celentano’s farewell to her beloved dog Morphinehow heartbreaking is the pain that the famous daughter of Adriano Celentano and Claudia Mori is feeling. After 15 years together, the Chihuahua passed away on the morning of November 15th, but Rosita chose to announce his passing only 5 days later to find the right words to thank him for everything he did for her.
The message left on his Instagram profile begins like this:
Suddenly my heart breaks! And it dies as soon as your heart stops beating! It will remain the worst day of my life! That moment of suspension as soon as you take your last breath in my arms!
Then he explains why this goodbye is so difficult:
I’ve always felt that you I was a special dog and these 15 years together, even if they seem to have suddenly vanished now, are all under my skin, part of my cells and above all the guide of my emotions! I miss you Morphine! Your absence takes my breath away, clouds my thoughts and takes away meaning from everyday life. But I know it’s part of this excruciating pain and I also know that death is a journey, deep and painful but necessary to understand the true and noble meaning of experience. But above all I know that you are not suffering now and are happy and that you will continue to be close to me… I just have to learn a new way to communicate with you again!
“I just have to get used to not seeing you follow me around the house”
At this point Celentano indulges in memories of a life spent together, also mentioning the poodle Euphoria.
You were a precious teacher. Funny, determined, courageous and above all patient. You knew how to waitsitting there staring at me, without saying a word, for an infinite time… and then if the waiting became too much, you turned over and went to sleep. When you played with Euphoria, you always let her steal your doll… Each of us is unique but for me you were more unique than everyone! I am grateful to have enjoyed every moment of our life together; of always having you on my back (when you allowed it to me!). I will miss your soft and fragrant paws. I will miss your colors and your soft and special fur. Now I live with a weight on my chest, a sick and deafening silence and the return home is tiring… but I also know that this pain is a master but above all that I will soon find you again! I love you Morphine!
Then the hard observation taking note of the fact that Morphine will no longer be part of his daily life:
I just have to get used to itopening the door of the house, not to find you welcoming me with your pirouettes, with a smile printed on your face… I just have to get used to the movie theme songs like the MGM one with the lion roaring… you managed to roar more than him and you filled my heart with joy… I just have to get used to no longer smelling your white, soft paws… I just have to get used to or crouching under the tub when I took a bath… I’ll have to just getting used to living this chilling void that you left me, or rather… that you left US, because Euphoria often goes around the house and looks for you. I’ll just have to get used to it to no longer think in 3s… but in 2sme and Euphoria…
Finally, sensations that we all felt when a furry friend of ours died:
At home I see you everywhere; in your place on the sofa, in the kitchen under the table, in front of the study door, lying under the tub and in the bedroom. You were the first to go to sleep and seeing you sink into the soft blankets filled my heart with joy because I saw your deep and peaceful sleep, warm next to us. Once again it is an animal that shows me the way, that teaches me to live this passage; Euphoria. I observe her, who knows about you, and I learn to move forward, together with her, filled with the life and unique and irreplaceable emotions that the three of us have shared. See you soon Morphine Pure Soul.
Words that remain in the memory of anyone who has experienced these devastating emotions, but at the same time beautiful, reminding us of the love that these animals can give us. Happy Morphine Bridge!
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