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Si has tenido algo de sentido común, te has alejado de ciertas redes sociales como tiktok. Pero si eres como yo, entonces sabrás que desde hace unas semanas se ha hecho popular un trend, que en tiktok significa un tipo de contenido que está popular en el momento dentro de la plataforma, en el de esta oportunidad, cada usuario utiliza un pedazo de la canción de los Hombres G-Marcapasos para sus videos.
La definición de marcapasos: "‘Pequeño aparato electrónico que estimula el corazón para mantener el ritmo cardíaco’" según la real academia española.
Puedes explorar en R.A.E para ver más a fondo éste significado.
El trend básicamente trata de que cada usuario nos muestre su marcapasos "metafórico", y cada uno va poniendo fotos de todo aquello que le reanima el corazón. Ya me he visto muchísimos, y he notado que aquella felicidad puede ser encontrada en una persona, un amor, un amigo o amiga, una mascota, mamá o papá. Para esta generación, el marcapasos puede ser algo metafórico, pero significa tanto para cada uno de ellos, que quise formar parte también.
Mi marcapasos:
Sam era un buen perro. Yo lo veía como mi hijo. Nos encontramos por capricho del destino un día que estaba en mi universidad, y me enamoré por completo de él. Estaba solo, necesitaba un hogar. Me necesitaba tanto como yo lo necesitaba a él. Al parecer, a Sam lo habían dejado amarrado en una facultad vecina, días después alguien lo vió y lo llevó a mi facultad ya que ésta tiene un grupo de ayuda canina. El pobre ni logró llegar al grupo cuando ya tenía dueña, y era yo.
Estaba flaco, y con la mirada perdida. No era agresivo, pero tampoco era cariñoso. ¡Él simplemente existía! No le daba mucha importancia a nada. Y a mi me pareció adorable. Ni siquiera consulté si podía tenerlo o no, simplemente lo tomé en mis brazos y fui a mostraselo a mi pareja, a quién no le agradó la idea al momento porque no era de gustarle los animales. Lo llevé a casa de mis tías, dónde ya había un perro. Pero si lo aceptaron.
Sam tenía problemas muy serios de salud, tenia una bola que le colgaba de la garganta, una bacteria que causaba muy mal olor en su piel, y tenía mucho sarro en los dientes. Era claro que no había tenido el mejor de los años, o la mejor vida. Pero conmigo mejoró bastante. Lo llevé a veterinarios, le compraba medicinas, recibió muchas inyecciones y pudo mejorar considerablemente de salud. Además de todo eso, tenía apego por abandono: no era necesario adiestrarlo con una correa, ya que no se separaba de mi lado cuando salíamos de paseo. Costó bastante tiempo para que él supiera con certeza, de que yo no lo iba a dejar.
Se ganó el corazón de su papá, una temporada navideña que tuvo que cuidar de él. Yo había formado mi familia, y me sentía feliz.
Por otra parte también tuve muchos problemas, ya que en ese entonces yo vivía de arrimada (como quién dice) con familiares que daban el apoyo debido a la universidad. Pero Sam comenzaba a generar problemas de una manera o de otra en esa casa, y debido a eso buscaba tenerlo conmigo siempre que pudiera y me lo llevaba a todos lados. Se ganó el corazón de muchas personas, paseaba en metro, iba al banco, a la universidad, se paraba junto a mis profesores en clases o iba a molestar a algún estudiante que estuviera comiendo. Muchos amigos cuidaron de él mientras yo estuve en exámenes, o si necesitaba escaparme un ratito con mi novio. Tuvo muchos tíos y tías que lo consentían y también lo llevaban de paseo. Porque era un perrito muy tierno, era tranquilito, realmente no molestaba a nadie y lo único que él pedía era que no lo volvieran a dejar solo. Cosa que nunca volvió a pasar, jamás se quedó solo.
Lastimosamente Sam vivió conmigo poco mas de un año. El cuatro de mayo de 2018 Sam no pudo seguir luchando contra una enfermedad que ningún veterinario al que lo llevé, pudo identificar.
Desde que lo tuve, tenía rastros de que algo estaba mal en él, y aunque mejoró muchísimo, cada cierto tiempo, Sam tenía recaídas dónde no comía, no dormía en toda la noche y se quedaba deambulando por el cuarto y babeaba muchísimo. Todo eso era una clara señal de que algo no estaba bien, y aunque yo me gastaba mucho dinero y tiempo en veterinarios, al parecer eran veterinarios mas interesados en obtener ese dinero que en ayudar.
El último mes con Sam fue muy difícil, porque aunque lo intenté, no pude calmar su dolor. Pero estuve para él, y sé que lo apreció. Sé que pude cumplirle al no dejarlo solo. Tal vez sus dueños originales sabían lo que él tenía, tal vez sintieron miedo de saber todo lo que se venía con él, no lo pudieron asumir y lo dejaron a su suerte. Yo no tuve la fuerza para dormirlo y acabar con su dolor. Pero me quedé junto a él todo el tiempo mientras se iba, aún cuando eso me terminó rompiendo el corazón.
Hoy en día sigo extrañandolo, sigo llorandolo. Pero sé que está conmigo. Y sigue siendo mi marcapasos. Por él me esforcé muchísimo, por él me levantaba muy temprano todos los días para coger un metro vacío y que no lo molestarán, por él crecí bastante, y le prometí que algún día nos daría una buena vida a ambos, una vida dónde no iba a sufrir jamás, ni a sentir que estaba molestando. Le prometí que lograría ese espacio para él, para que fuera feliz y creciera sano.
No se lo pude cumplir en el momento, pero sé que algún día, le cumpliré el sueño de tener mi propio espacio, mi propia casa, y un día, él volverá a mi. Y yo estaré más que lista para cuidar de él.
If you've had any sense, you've stayed away from certain social networks like tiktok. But if you're like me, then you know that since a few weeks ago a trend has become popular, which in tiktok means a type of content that is popular at the moment within the platform, in this opportunity, each user uses a piece of the song of Los Hombres G-Marcapasos for their videos.
The definition of pacemaker: "'Small electronic device that stimulates the heart to maintain the heart rate'" according to the Spanish Royal Academy.
You can explore R.A.E to see more about this meaning
The trend basically tries that each user shows us his "metaphorical" pacemaker, and each one puts all the things that stimulate his heart. I have already seen many of them, and I have noticed that happiness can be found in a person, a love, a friend, a pet, a mom or dad. For this generation, the pacemaker may be something metaphorical, but it means so much to each of them, that I wanted to be part of it too.
My pacemaker:
Sam was a good dog. I thought of him as my son. We met by a quirk of fate one day when I was at my university, and I fell completely in love with him. He was lonely, he needed a home. He needed me as much as I needed him. Apparently, Sam had been left tied up in a neighboring college, days later someone saw him and took him to my college since it has a canine aid group. The poor guy didn't even make it to the group when he already had an owner, and it was me.
He used to be thin, and with a lost look. He wasn't aggressive, but neither was he affectionate, he just existed! He didn't make a big deal out of anything. And I thought he was adorable. I didn't even ask if I could have him or not, I just took him in my arms and went to show him to my partner, who didn't like the idea right away because he wasn't an animal lover. I took him to my aunts' house, where there was already a dog. But they accepted him.
Sam had very serious health problems, he had a ball hanging from his throat, a bacterium that caused a very bad smell in his skin, and he had a lot of tartar in his teeth. It was clear that he had not had the best of years, or the best life. But with me he got a lot better. I took him to veterinarians, bought him medicine, he received many injections and was able to improve his health considerably. On top of all that, he had attachment through neglect, it was not necessary to leash train him, as he would not leave my side when we went for walks. It took a long time for him to know for sure that I was not going to leave him.
He won his dad's heart one Christmas season when he had to take care of him. I had formed my own family, and I was happy.
On the other hand, I also had a lot of problems, since at that time I was living on the side (as they say) with relatives who gave the support due to the university. But Sam began to generate problems in one way or another in that house, and because of that I tried to have him with me whenever I could and I took him everywhere. He won the hearts of many people, he would ride the subway, go to the bank, go to college, stand next to my professors in class or go bother a student eating lunch. Many friends took care of him while I was in exams, or if I needed to get away for a little while with my boyfriend. He had many uncles and aunts who spoiled him and also took him for walks. Because he was a very sweet little dog, he was quiet, he didn't really bother anyone and the only thing he asked for was not to be left alone again. And it never happened again, he was never left alone.
Unfortunately Sam lived with me for a little over a year. On May 4, 2018 Sam could no longer fight a disease that no vet I took him to, could identify.
Ever since I had him, I had traces that something was wrong with him, and although he improved tremendously, every so often, Sam would have relapses where he wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep all night and would wander around the room and drool a lot. All this was a clear sign that something was not right, and although I spent a lot of money and time in veterinarians, it seemed that they were more interested in getting that money than in helping.
The last month with Sam was very difficult, because even though I tried, I couldn't ease his pain. But I was there for him, and I know he appreciated it. I know I was able to fulfill him by not leaving him alone. Maybe his original owners knew what he had, maybe they felt afraid to know all that was coming with him, couldn't take it in and left him to his own devices. I didn't have the strength to put him to sleep and end his pain. But I stayed with him all the time as he was leaving, even though it ended up breaking my heart.
Today I still miss him, I still cry for him. But I know he is with me. And he is still my pacemaker. For him I worked very hard, for him I got up very early every day to catch an empty subway so he wouldn't be bothered, for him I grew up a lot, and I promised him that someday I would give us both a good life, a life where he would never suffer or feel that he was bothering me. I promised him that I would make that space for him, so that he would be happy and grow up healthy.
I couldn't fulfill it at the moment, but I know that someday, I will fulfill his dream of having my own space, my own home, and one day, he will come back to me. And I will be more than ready to take care of him.
All photos belong to me and were taken with my Xiaomi redmi note 9 cell phone. Except for those specified
English is not my native language, so I used Deepl as a translator
