Dear little Luba,
Tomorrow it will be three months since you were ripped out of my life. I still miss you more than I can express in words.
I have been focusing on keeping your buddy Falkor happy and healthy. One way to do this is by not crying and feeling sad all the time. It does not mean that I don't miss you.
Now, suddenly, I new dog has pretty much been dropped into my life. She's a golden retriever, like Falkor, and she may be coming to live here in October. For now, she's coming over for frequent visits to see if she and Falkor get along. Falkor just loves her. I resisted at first, but she seems to be winning me over too.
Luba, my dear "Little Dog", you know that you were my one special dog. I would do anything to have you back, just for one day. This isn't possible, so I have to move on myself. No dog will replace you, but I feel that I am desperately needed by this new dog. Perhaps she will join us, perhaps she won't , but I'm giving her a chance.
I hope that wherever you are, you are looking down at us, and giving us your blessing.
With much love - Steph