Sixteen years is a long time. I thought Maya would be with me forever, but it just didn’t happen that way. It never does with dogs. They come in, bless us, teach us, and then it’s time to go.
We had this photo taken in 1996 by my friend Chris with her film camera. It was waaaaay before pet photography was “a thing.” It's my most prized possession.
Years later, after my career as a psychotherapist, I learned photography and started out taking pictures of mid-century furniture for an ebay store I had at the time. Maya would get up on the vintage sofas and chairs and just sit there as if to say, “Well, what are you waiting for? Take my portrait!” So, I did. And that's how it all started.
God, I miss her.
I miss her exotic beauty. I miss waking up every morning with 5 tennis balls in the bed. I miss the way she hung on my every word. I miss how loving she was. She made me feel like a RockStar on the daily.
I adopted Maya from an animal shelter and became an advocate for adoption afterwards. I got very involved in rescue work when I realized the strong need in our City. I’ve been photographing adoptable pets and beloved pets and their families ever since. It was a career I never planned, but it’s been the most wonderful adventure of my life.