So very sorry that our sweet, beautiful  Maya has to jeas to the Bridge.  It just breaks our hearts to reas this.  I assure you, we are crying  with you right now. 

As hard as this was to write through the tears and as your heart is breaking,  tje way you Jace paid tribute  to this sweet Soul is soooo loving and cery word is so  heartfelt .

Even as Maya transitions she continues to touch lives in so ,any ways.She most definitely  does.  The way you assessed her quality and put that ahead of the heartbreak you knew would come, will help others when they are at that part pf the joirney.  The part where you know it can only get worse.  The part where you let her "earth exit" back to her  "Spiritual self" be on a high note.  You were able ro celebrate  her home with happy memories.

Part of Maya's Legacy is  showing everyone  you CAN get extended quality  time in spite  of mets.  You sid an incredible  job of making every mo,ent count.  She, nor you, let nothing  interfere with building hsppy memories  togethee even today ash she ate her steak and enjoyed  her walks.

That picture of Maya with the Flag in the vackgrou d gave me chills thru the teats.   It is a day we honor our heroes, and it will be a day we honor our heroic Maya,  and all our pips who headed to the Bridge in May.

And without question....WITHOUT QUESTION,, Maya left you that heart under her beloved carriag. Got chills yet again when you shared that.  Such a "Maya spexific" way to communicate that she is ALWAYS with you.  Yes, she is your heart dog and you are her heart humams💖💖💖

Surrounding  you with love and eternal slobber from !aya enjoying her Turkey  Cake...forever  known as MAYA'S Turkey Cake

Sally and Alumni Happy Hannah and Merry Myrtle and Frankie 

Here's a poem that longtime member Martha and her Oaktown Pack shared when my Happy Hannah went to the Bridge.  I kinda felt like I was going a bit crazy with the semi unbearable grief..this made me feel more "normal".

Sweep the floor

Look out the window

Pant

Make a cup of tea and some toast

But then not eat them

Change the sheets on the bed

Try to sing

Start to cry

Forget what day it is

Stumble into a corner of the floor and hold your knees tightly

Keen

Pull yourself together

Make another cup of tea and this time drink it

Look out a different window

Stare at that spot on the floor where your dog used to stretch out, languid and happy, his paws twitching as he raced across sleep meadows and into dream ravines filled with moss and ferns and the scent of foxes

Look for the Kleenex

Use toilet paper instead

Wander around the house, your heart like a damned anvil in your chest

Heat up leftovers

Push them around the plate before leaving the entire thing in the sink

Look for what is not there

Hear things

Feel the forgotten fur beneath your fingertips

Feel the forgetting begin

Hold a memory, any memory, bright and shining, soft and sad, smelling of wet fur and leaves, with a whisker there and muddy paw prints left on the stairs, of a walk of a hike of a trip to the park with a treat and a bone and a belly rub snacks stolen off the counter and tug of war and the squeaky toy a glance of complicity in play with your hand on head with tail wagging and breath misting in the morning light or the moon over the trees while an owl croons ears are pricked and nose to the ground sniffing, sniffing, sniffing following the invisible trail to its joyful finding

Put on your pajamas

Turn around three times before you curl up by the rope toy and find yourself chasing the echo of a bark into a night that will never end

Grow a tail

      Catherine Young 11.27.12.

Lots of love 

Sally and Alumni Happy Hannah and Merry Myrtle and Frankie too 

BTW, the stray dog the neighbor's  house, the light turned off, the Rainbow  poctire... chills head to.toe as I read this!  Absolutely  a connection from Maya!  No doubt!  Spirit  energy  is  powerful and real!