I can't write a tribute yet, as I'm still too raw, but here, again, the words I said to myself every night after my Luba died. Now I use them again for you, my sweet, sweet Falkor:
"Every night, as I go to sleep,
My sadness runs a but less deep.
For I've moved closer, by one day.
To when you and I again will play."
I'll miss you forever.