My mother is a remarkably wise woman, but she’s a trained engineer, pragmatic and not indulgent of new-age spiritual musings. So I was surprised when one day, she told me that Maya had such beautiful eyes, that she could see the same something in them as in her mother’s eyes. Many years later Ethan, the other beautiful soul in my life – he’s only 7 years old – told me that one day he was looking into Maya’s eyes and found them so beautiful that it made him cry.
They say that eyes are the window to the soul… But Maya just passed away and I am not in a mood to philosophize. Instead, I’m thinking that her body is at the vet’s office now… and perhaps I should go there and sit in front to be closer. Perhaps I’m beling silly but I’m pretty sure that whenI finish work I’ll spend some time sitting in front of the vet’s office.
That gleam in Maya’s eyes, that was something. Something beautiful and pure. Now I feel like I’ll miss her forever.