Tomorrow she will be gone....

Well, this will be a terribly sad one. The boy has gone home and tomorrow so will Maya. She can no longer get up without help. I knew that she would not make it through another winter. This house has stairs on both sides and she cannot handle them so well anymore. She falls down them a lot and has trouble getting back in. It is only her magnificent heart that keeps her going, but she keeps giving me the eye as though "This is awful, what are you going to do about it?" I used to work downstairs on my computer and she would join me and sleep at my feet, where ever I was, so was my dog but the last few times she fell down the stairs and gave up on joining me, she would wait on the landing for me to come up, now I work upstairs with her at my feet. She still manages a wiggle of joy when she sees me come home and I love her so. I'll never find another dog so sweet and cute. She's everything I ever wanted in a companion but at 15 almost 16 she's had a good life and I will cry like a baby tomorrow I'm sure. I'll have her cremated and sent to me in Connecticut and we will have a ceremony for the two finest dogs that ever lived and spread their ashes in the meadow they loved to chase the deer out of. They were unique in that they only chased the deer to the edge of the field and then turned around and came back, satisfied that they had monitored their turf. Any other dogs would have run the deer to ground. I lost her brother two years ago to cancer. He was my hero dog. He watched my children like a hawk and actually smiled when he went down to the river and just sat in the water while I swam. He used to teach himself tricks and make the children laugh. When he died my grandson called me the next day to tell me that his bonzai tree that I had bought him at the flower show had bloomed one white blossom, a Hobie blossom in honor of his friend. These dogs were litter mates and looked nothing alike. Hobie was a 110 pound golden and Maya was a 62 pound while shaggy thing that was comical to look at. No one believed they were brother and sister and of course everyone questioned their parentage. They had many good years together. It really was all good...