It breaks my heart to tell you that we lost Naya today. She had inoperable cancer, and the time finally came where the quality of her life became where it was no longer humane to let her continue.
Having gotten that sad and difficult statement out, please know the absolute joy that her final years brought so many people. I can’t and won’t dwell on her beginnings, as the ones involved in that deserve no mention here.
Naya was absolutely beloved. She enriched our lives as surely as we enriched hers. Until it became impossible, she enjoyed her trips to the park, her family, and, uniquely to her, the peace and quiet of a calm and accepting home. Naya loved the fact that she had her own space, was showered with love and totally allowed to be herself.
Without her, we would never have met all of you and known your fearless devotion to animals. We discovered some sobering circumstances, and were amazed at the difference that all of you continually make. She opened our eyes and allowed us in a small way to help when needed.
Naya had a purpose and she made an impact. Her pawprints on this earth will always be important and meaningful. As we mourn, we also rejoice. Naya is a continuing testament to what Faith, Hope and Love can change.
My best friend is a Shaman, and we are having a ceremony tonight to celebrate the release of Naya’s spirit and her entrance to her new world, free of pain, fear and debilitation. Many people who love her are lighting candles at 7:00 p.m. so that she can see the lights of love for her on this earth. If any of you would like to join us, please feel free. It’s absolutely non-denominational…just a show of love for our girl.
You all mean so much to us, I can’t even put it into words. Our support will always continue and our love and gratitude for every one of you will never change.
Thank you so much for the gift of Naya into our lives. She will always be loved.
Naya’s Going Home Updates
In August of 2008 we took in a dog we named Naya who at 7.5 y/o had never known the kindness of a human touch. She had been a breeder in a puppy mill in Tehachapi her entire life living outside no matter what the weather. These dogs are hosed off to get cleaned of their feces, etc.
Naya went to the Martins to be rehabilitated, but she was a freighted little girl who preferred to make herself disappear under a table, hoping you didn’t see her. She had been abused both physically and mentally.
This is part of the first update we received after Naya was adopted….
She is so blissfully happy to be outside…her tail wags like crazy and she just smiles.
It’s hard to express how she makes my heart sing and break at the same time, but you are in the unique position to understand that only too well. Just the fact that she has learned to trust and play after so many years of neglect and abuse leaves a lump in my throat. She even barked at the washing machine repair man the other day when he came in and we realized that, for the first time in her life, Naya has turf to protect. She really does realize that she is home.
I just wanted to give you an update on our girl. Naya now dances! She dances around the pool, she dances through the house, and she loves to break into a full-speed head-on run and race around the park where my mother takes her every morning. She runs to the car, tail wagging to go on her outing, jumps in the back seat and sticks her nose out of the window waiting to go play. She jumps and wiggles every morning when my mom or dad comes downstairs and greets them with kisses and a wagging tail.
What a gift she is to us all. We’ve watched as she has broken out of her shell and become such a happy puppy. What gladdens my heart the most is to see the mantle of fear and worry gone from her. As you and Stevie well know, Naya just seemed to worry about everything…small wonder. To see her now so carefree and confident of how she is loved and knowing she’s home is overwhelmingly emotional for the whole family.
I hope you never tire of hearing how grateful we are to all of you for introducing her to us. My mother is full of joy every day, and always awaiting something new and wonderful from her baby. How many 77-year olds can greet every day with such anticipation? Naya is her constant companion, and, for lack of a better word, I am humbled to see such a miracle.