Maita (MAY-TA) was our Doberman. She was my wife’s baby, but she was daddy’s girl. We got her at 5 months old and had the pleasure of her company for nearly 6 years before she suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. Her loss cannot be measured in words. The emptiness; the loneliness; the sorrow. Now our home is silent without her joyful bark or the tapping of her nails on the tile.
We still expect to see her come around a corner or greet us at the door when we come home. She was a very special dog that will be loved and deeply missed like no other. Both my wife and I have a deep pain inside that will eventually subside with time, but will never go away. She will always have a special place in our hearts and thoughts as would the loss of any loved one. We have our memories now, which painful as they may be, bring a tear to our eyes, but a smile to our face. Maita would always greet you in the morning with a lick on the face, a bark, and the nudging back of bed sheets as she so looked forward to and enjoyed her morning walks.
She loved to play ball and keep away. She had her favorite squeaky toy which you would hear throughout the house. It was her way of talking back. She would sit in front of you and put her head on your lap or bark when she knew it was dinner time. When I worked, she would go and sit in front of the window just before I got home, sensing my presence. She always had that certain look or expression when she wanted something, that was so endearing, that words can’t describe. The way she would cock her head when you asked her something or said a certain word. When we traveled, we always took Maita along to pets approved lodgings. Now that Maita has passed, my wife and I are free to travel to places that we could not go with her; but what a price to pay. We could not have asked for a more loving
and devoted dog than Maita.
She brought so much joy and happiness into our lives for the brief time that we had her and we gave her the best life that any dog could ask for. With her passing, it has brought my wife and I closer together to appreciate the things in life and the short time we had with her. Now Maita’s remains are in a cedar box, along with a picture on the fireplace mantle as a daily reminder of how fortunate my wife and I were to have had her in our lives. Maita was like no other. She was a beloved and wonderful dog that will never be forgotten.
Gone but not forgotten,
| Maita |
| 26, Sep 2013 |
| Don and Pat Mulder |