This piece was done by   ceephorstudios who knocked this out easily they captured the colorings of my first ever pet who as of earlier this month has passed 3 years ago.

My dog was named Maya she was a shetland sheep dog or sheltie and was small and abit chubby but unusually strong in my opinion. She was just below my knee when I stood up but could jump up and poke my chin with her nose. She was very camera shy and always hovered around me sadly because I didn't want to scare her I didn't manage to get many pictures or video of her before she passed. She died after I left her with my parents who found a lump on her side and my dad took her to surgery to get it removed when she was 14 years old. The recovery from the operation seemed to be abit too much for her old body and eventually she passed before I got home from the trip I was on. She was and is very important to me as she is basically the only reason I'm still around.

One thing I do want to say is she was always willing to let me dress her up and put little things on her and she would just look at me as if to say "really?" for instance a band called the lonely island once had a thing where they wanted fans to send pictures of themselves in a turtleneck sweater with a gold chain. Since I'm not in my opinion photogenic I put some sunglasses on her, a sweater put not covering her legs just kinda draped around her head and neck, with a gold chain from a friend.

Reason why I call her my lifesaver and how she basically saved me
About 6 years ago I was at the height of my depression and decided to lay in the shower and end it by taking many various pills. I had a cousin stopping by later in the night to stay over at my house while he went to a concert before so I knew someone would eventually find me and take Maya to be cared for. Well as I laid on the shower floor and made a handful mixture of various things Maya walked in and just stared at me sadly with her big ole brown eyes as she rested her head on the edge of the shower step (its this small wall that serpates the shower inside and the rest of the room not sure what its called). I tried to shoo her away but she wouldn't listen just kept staring at me and did this little bouce with her back legs (she did whenever she was anxious) every few seconds. Eventually she jumped over the seperator and laid down on me and just kept staring. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and hugged her to which she started doing this happy pant she had and I carried her out of the room and to the couch. I just sat with her for awhile I don't honestly know how long but she just sat there with me as I cried into her neck fluff.

After that I slowly crept out of depression but not before causing some minor bodily harm but otherwise that was the biggest incident. I blame her for giving me the courage to keep going and am sad that I wasn't there for her when she probably was wondering where I was as she finally passed.