The vet came to our house Monday night at around 8:30 when it was clear things weren’t good. As they gave her the shot, her head became heavy in my hand as she passed. I put my face against hers and sobbed as I gave her the final kisses. I felt her soulful presence run cold as she passed. Her spirit that lived inside of me also passed, and it left me feeling void of self. For the last 14 years, I have lived with a part of her inside of me. My part of our bond. When she left us, for the first time in 14 years, I felt what it is like to be without her, and I realized how much a part of me she had become. What a hole inside of me.
I’ve heard it said that a man’s dog often takes on characteristics and personality traits of its human counter part. Many, including myself had seen that in Maya. Now I know with certainty that I also became like my dog, and took on part of her personality as my own. Maya was the greatest teacher and friend I’ve ever had. In my relationship with her, was my greatest joy, and my greatest knowing of what is sacred. Thank you Maya. I will always remember you, and love you.