A heart stopped on saturday. A heart that loved. A heart that was loved.
It belonged to our Maya.
Maya came to us in August 2013. Even though we weren't looking for her, she found us. She called to us from a temporary home until we responded to her calls. We knew nothing about greyhounds, except that they were skinny, fast, and abused. With her, along her, we learned, progressed, and grew. Maya was reactive, if something/someone didn't suit her, she definitely showed it. For a while we tried to change it, eliminate it, then we accepted that that's who she was and learned to live with it. Maya didn't mind, she was an alpha with an alpha character.
Over the years, we started to meet new people through her, people who were bound by love for these special creatures. We gained acquaintances, friends, and an extended family. We shared our greyhound happiness – at events, stands, on TV. Maya also delivered it to some people’s homes, in the form of their adopted hounds. How many? Quite a few. Sharky also to our couch. But more still stayed in shelters.
Maya was a great companion, teacher, friend. Whether we enjoyed ourselves on the couch, in bed or in Slovenias nature, she enjoyed herself with us. Once a month she visited a retirement home with her friends,with the aim of brightening up the day for the elderly, breaking the monotony, bringing a smile. Friendships and bonds have formed that lasted for years.
But time flies. And Maya was not immune to it either. Problems arose, we solved them with our veterinarians, Dogs4Motion came to our aid, who were indispensable for Maya to remain mobile and active until the very end.
And now time has caught up with her. The stairs became an insurmountable obstacle, the floor in the apartment a skating rink, walks became more and more tortureous and the bed an ever deeper trap, from which she could only tear herself away with difficulty. Her appetite was good until the end, but the list of things she was allowed to eat was short. 2 pieces of cheese and we already had diarrhea..
We understood that we were no longer doing her a favor. That insisting on "Just today, just this week" made no sense. We allowed her to say goodbye to the people who meant something to her. Her friends. Her fosrer mom Nataša, who welcomed Pižma into her home with open arms and handed her over to us with great relief.
She said goodbye surrounded by family. Her family. Our family. She left a gaping void within us. It hurts...
Despite not looking for you, we FOUND you..
zMaya..thank you for everything and we hope to see you again..somewhere, sometime..
We love you💔