"Tom knew that Maya had always been my soulmate. She had been at my side since I was 19 and going to college in Greenwich Village. She gently snorted in my bag as I snuck past security into my film class, where a treat from my professor awaited her. Bouncy and bright, Maya romped through the city with me, often drawing adoration from passersby for her cuteness."
"We were inseparable. I would wake to the surge of traffic or the rumble of street construction below, Maya nuzzled into my dark hair. Up we went to the coffee shop's takeout window, where, surprise, surprise, more treats were ready for her taking. On the subway, to friends' houses, on road trips across state lines, and on flights home to sunny, smoggy Los Angeles, Maya came along every step of the way."
An owner waited at home with Covid while a partner traveled two hours to retrieve their 13-year-old paralyzed chiweenie, Maya, from a specialty veterinary hospital. Maya had been a constant companion since age 19, accompanying the owner through college, work, city life, road trips, and moves, attracting affection for her playful personality. During Hurricane Sandy the pair navigated blackout conditions together. Maya moved to London with the owner at age 30, reuniting after a separation and easing a difficult transition. At almost 12, Maya lost the use of her back legs, prompting urgent, repeated specialty veterinary visits that defined the next three years.
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