I’m posting a photo of her so I can share it elsewhere without having to add personal social media accounts. I fought with myself about posting anything at all.
This is my dog, Maya. Her birthday was December 1st, we had such a great long weekend together. She turned 13 years old. I had adopted her from a shelter when she was just around 4 months old.
The following weekend she started to get sick and on the 21st I made the hardest decision I think I’ll ever have to make, I had to say goodbye to my entire world. I miss her a lot, she was everything to me.
Nobody realizes what a huge impact a dog has on people like me. I have very little people I keep close (usually just one or two) and I don’t desire being around my family. Maya was my favorite, I grew up with her, she was there through a lot of ups and downs.
I’m never going to be able to give you morning snuggles before we get up for breakfast and a walk.
You aren’t going to be waiting eagerly at the top of the stairs every time I come home.
I won’t get to experience your goofy zoomies or watch you whip around your carrots before we go for our last walk of the night.
I won’t have you to sing and dance with on my days off while I clean and get ready for our day.
I won’t be going for walks like I used to. Because I don’t have you. You made the world so much fun.
You inspired so much of my artwork, I see you in so many things.
My stupid brain told me my dog would live forever, we were invincible together. Even though I was very aware that wasn’t true, but I still believed it was.
I feel like I lost the best part of myself, I feel like I lost the only thing that made hard days worth it.
I miss you terribly. I wish you were here. I love you, Maya.
P.S. I’ll keep your favorite goose toy safe, I promise.
