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5 Jun 2009
I could not let this day go by without paying tribute to my wonderful border collie mix, Luba, who died suddenly five years ago today. She had a congenital heart defect which we were unaware of until it was too late.

This past year, I've thought less of Luba, and more of Falkor who I had to have put down last summer, but Luba remains in my heart, and always will. I hope the two dogs are happy together, and playing as they used to.

When Luba passed, I wrote this little bit:

"Every night as I fall asleep,
My sadness runs a bit less deep,
For I've come closer, by one day,
To when you and I again will play."

Well, I'm now 1, 825 days closer.

So much has happened these past five years, and yes, there has been joy along with pain. But my words on the tribute to you on our vet's website remain the same through it all. The message is simple, but true: I miss you "Little Dog".
25 Oct 2008
Things have been going ok here, but the last few days have been awful.

God, I still miss him.

Falkor Nov. 22, 1996 - July 25th, 2008













13 Sep 2008
I've been thinking about Falkor's death. It was expected for quite some time. The vet's proclaimed him a miracle when he turned 9. He lived 11 years and 8 months, truly defying the odds. Luba, on the other hand, died very suddenly right after she turned nine. The sudden death kept me in an acute stage of grief for much longer.

With Falkor, I feel an ongoing chronic ache, like a "sad poison" has gone into me. With Luba it was like a knife having been stabbed quickly in and out of my body. Somehow, I think the chronic ache will be with me longer with Falkor's death. I've been able to return to "normal life" sooner than with Luba's death. It's just something I feel.

Nevertheless, today went to a pro football (soccer) game, got pelted by the rain, had a rabid fan whack us in the head with his flag accidentally, then apologize profusely, we became almost deaf from the yelling that was going on around us, but, for the first time in a long time - I had fun. I'm sure the big fella would have wagged his tail if he'd seen me.
14 Aug 2008
A few weeks before his death I did an impromptu photo shoot with my Falkor. Here are a couple of shots of my "Buds".
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9 Aug 2008
Ok, so I'm back home, and doing everyday things. However, nothing is the same. Every activity, every moment, every day/hour/minute is filled with one refrain: "Falkor is dead." It's always there. It seems to fill up my entire self.

I wake up in the morning and see the sun. "Falkor is dead."
We go grocery shopping. "Falkor is dead."
I'm drinking coffee. "Falkor is dead."
I'm visiting friends. "Falkor is dead."
I'm watching soccer with Michael. "Falkor is dead."
"Falkor is dead.""Falkor is dead.""Falkor is dead."
All the time. Whatever I do. I know this will improve, but by God, it's no fun right now at two weeks and one day.
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