My dear Luba, my sweet "Little Dog",
Tomorrow will be one month since you left us. I'm trying to be upbeat more because Falkor really misses you, and his health problems with his hips are acting up. He deserves joy in his life.
It is so hard though. I miss you so very much. I wish that I could see you for just one hour, and play one more game of fetch with you. Then I'd rub your ears and tell you what a good girl you are. Just like I always did.
The office is empty without you. The people in the store downstairs from the office all feel so bad that you are gone. Falkor can't come in because the walk is way to far for him, so there is nobody lying under my computer keeping me company.
I often still look for you all over the house. I'm thinking of getting Falkor a female buddy sometime in the fall. I don't want to replace you, but God, he's so lonely. I'm hoping to keep him in good spirits any way that I can.
I miss you sweetheart and I hope you are ok.
Hugs and kisses from your "Steph"
ps- most of your stuff is gone because it freaked Falkor out a lot - he'd cringe if he smelled your toys. I have, however, kept your orange "birthday ball". It's got your teeth marks all over it!