The Last Ball Game Options

[Steph]

My sweet, darling little dog. Last week at this time we were playing ball in the park. The pre-bedtime romp at the park that we both looked forward to each day. You were so full of life and joy. It was a gorgeous evening. We played our hearts out. Then, noting the time I put you on leash, told you that you were a good girl, and we went home, and to bed.

This was the last time we played together.

I hate that you got sick. I hate that you got ripped away from me. I hate the vet for not saving you. I hate myself for not bringing you in sooner.

Little dog, my little Luba. I miss you so very much.