Maya the Maltese
2 years ago a Maltese puppy was born. Her name was Maya and she was
smaller than the rest. She was 1.2 lbs. She fell asleep during the car
ride home.
After college, we had just bought our first apartment in Brooklyn,
right near Prospect Park. The apartment coop didn't allow dogs, but we
got Maya anyway. It just made too much sense. Maya had the ability to make you feel like you were the most special
person in the world, with all her excitement and licks. Maya wiped
away concerns after long, hard days in the world. Maya spread joy.
When we traveled around Park Slope and further, she would brighten
people's day. They'd comment on her miraculously small size, beautiful
features, and big attitude. She made friends easier than we've ever
seen. On Wednesday, February 24th, 3 days shy of her 2nd birthday, right
after breakfast and while wrestling with her little sister Lilly,
Maya's breathing and heart stopped. Frantically, we rushed her through
the streets of Manhattan to the nearest animal hospital. The cab got
stuck in traffic so we ran instead. But she couldn't last. Within 20
minutes of waking up, we had lost a family member and best friend. Maya didn't get her fair share of life, but she did so much with the
little time she had. We'll cherish the memories.


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