Title: This is for my 2nd Dane Maya

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highsierra

Rank：Diamond Member Score：10458 Posts：10458 From：Unknown Register：11/27/2008 1:55 AM

Date Posted：05/22/2011 3:04 AMCopy HTML As you can tell I was really hurting at the time;    MAYA   What a special soul you became,  a treasured friend we could trust. Ahhh, you had your moods though, like the rest of us. DON'T EVEN try and oooch you out of bed, not unless you wanted to loose your head, and how bout those squeak toys in our face at decimal ten? We had so many games we'd like to play again. Remember the walks in the woods, I'd hide behind a tree you'd Stop and Listen, I wouldn't breath,  you always found me.   I think the mundane things are the hardest, you see a bowl, it needs some water. Doing daily chores, you'd  make an utterance and feel a stare, you turn and smile, but she's not there! Overhead light goes out and needs replacing, she hates the pole extension, "Don't worry, it's O.K."you'll calm her fears, You turn and reach, but she's not there.   Home from dinner, the games we play. Who opens the door first and sees what awaits? Is she 'WAGGIN' OR "WHOOOOOOING", or shall we'll surprise her. The door knob  turns, the step is taken,  her scent is in the air, the silence deafens. You make a wish , but she's not there. No toys shoved in my face, no pull contest declared,   I'd play our toe/paws game, but she's not there. Open the fridge, grab some cheese,  a piece for me, a piece for.......but she's not there.   "Look! The bunnies are on the lawn" "Hey..The gardeners are here"! "WHO'S AT THE DOOR" "WHAT'S THAT?" "YOU BETTER GET THEM" Where's the twists and turns that go with the game,  the attitude so confident.  Where's the bark I long to hear? I look around and listen, but she's not here. I want another nudge, I want another lean,  bury your head, we'll scratch those ears, I look down the hall, but she's not there.   Smiles are hard to come by, there's an aching in my soul.  Tears come from nowhere and the emptiness grows. Love is a gift that can't be borrowed or exchanged, and when it's given it never goes away.  Some other unique little soul will come along and share our lives, the lump in my throat will ease, my tears will dry, but never a day shall pass I won't remember the time we shared, I'll carry you inside me, I'll turn and know, She Is There!   "'WHOOOoooooo" Maya, my friend, run like a puppy again. jeri My Funny Girl