Hey there "Little Dog",

You've been gone for so long now. The funny thing is that I feel you more now than I did a few months ago. I think I am allowing myself to experience your presence on a different level. I think you were definitely around Falkor and I when we went to Elliot Lake. He and I walked in the forest as if in a protected bubble. It was quite something. It was magical, and I feel that you played a role in that day he and I had in the forest. I think that whatever form you are in now you are still with us in some way.

I really missed you last week on your birthday.

I look forward to playing with you again some day.

It really is a comforting thought that our lost loved ones, whether they be flesh or furry, are always
with us, influencing events in our lives, and that we will indeed all be together again someday!

Sounds like you and Falkor really did have a magical time on your hike in the forest!

Hugs,
Karen

Thank you Karen. Yes, Falkor and I had some magical moments last month.

Dear Steph, I wanted you to know that I am remembering your sweet Luba with you. I think Luba was with you and Falkor too at Elliot Lake. I think when she is not off playing at the Bridge she is often there to see and watch over you. I sure look forward to the day when we are with our babies again too.
Love, Ann

Hi Ann,

Thanks so much for checking in on us, and for thinking of my Luba.

Falkor sends his "Aunt Ann" some kisses. He's been having a lot of very good days lately!

Hey Steph,
Eleven months, eleven months . . . I'm glad you are feeling Luba's presence more. Here is a poem I found today and hope it brings back some more happy memories for you.
Love,
Marcia

THE WELCOME

I hear it! I hear the car! HER car! And she's coming this way! Oh, oh, I must run in and grab a gift! I must greet her with a gift! Oh, 'BONK' missed the step. No matter, I must hurry. Move over, doggy door!

She's coming, she's coming! Gift, gift, where, what, oh, oh, oh, ah! A plastic bottle she drinks from, right here on top of the container they call trash!

Oh, perfect. She's coming, she's coming! Oh, oh, oh...The door! I hear the door sound that sounds right before she comes in! Oh, it's OPENING! SHE'S HOME!

Oh, oh, 'wiggle, wiggle, wiggle' I cannot be still! You're home! And look, look, I have this nice bottle! Oh, oh, you're home! YOU'RE HOME!

I have missed you so much, you've been gone hours, weeks, days, years! And so much has happened! A dog ran by and I chewed a tree and Pluto slept under the house and it rained a little!

Oh, oh, oh! You're home, you're home! And you're touching me! I can't stand it, it's so marvelous! Oh, and you're speaking! "Murble, murble, good boy, murble, murble."

YES! Your happy voice. Oh, I'm about to burst! I'm so happy, happy, happy! Yes! I want to jump! I'm not supposed to jump, but oh, oh, just a little jump!

"Off." Darn. Oh, I cannot be still. I'll roll over and wiggle on my back! Oh, yes! She's rubbing me-my tummy, my head, my sides!

Oh, oh, oh, now what? Now where's she going? Oh, oh, yes! Back to the room where we sleep at night! Great! It has the big pad we sleep on and 'L-E-A-P' I can get up here close to her. And here she comes!

Oh, oh, oh! I can stand on my legs and put my paws around her neck and-uh oh. Can't lick with this bottle in my mouth. But it's my present to her! Oh, oh, what to do? And she's rubbing me! But I want to lick her, oh, oh, I think I'm about to burst!

"Off." Oh, darn. Drop the bottle. Oh, YES! She's coming back! She took off the pieces she puts on her eyes, and I can stand and 'lick, lick' I love you, I love you, I love you, I love 'lick, lick, lick' you taste so good, salty, sweet, I love that stuff you smear on your face every day, I love to lick it off, oh, oh, and you're rubbing me again! My back, my head, my ears, oh, oh 'lick, lick, lick'. "Murble, murble, Mac, good boy, murble, murble."

"Off." Darn. I will lay here and watch her. Watch her peel her fur-it's not very warm fur, I don't think. How does she do that? And I will get that look on my face that always makes her come and rub me. The look where I roll my eyes up, and keep my head flat here and she will come...and she's putting on her play skin! YES!

We will play-sometime. My tail cannot be still. I am SO happy, happy, happy. Now she's going in the room with the wonderful water bowl! I LOVE that water bowl-always cool, clean water! She'll be out in just a minute, just a minute, just a.....yes, she's coming!

She's here again. Oh, oh, oh.... Now back to the room with the box that has pictures and sounds. Ah, I know what happens now. Yep, she's laying down on the big pad there. Now she'll sleep. But that's okay. She's HOME! SHE'S home. She's home.

And she smells tired. So I will lay beside her here and guard her and wait while she sleeps. And when she wakes up she won't smell so tired. And we'll play and play.

S-i-g-h. I'll just rest with her now, and smell her while she sleeps. And wait again. For, the next thing that happens, HE'LL be home. And then, oh, oh, zzzzzzzzz........

---Author Unknown


And here's your little girl --

Aaw steph, your doggy is very much still watchign you!
Love jaymie x

Oh Marcia, that is just such a perfect poem. It brought her back to me in so many ways.
Thank you so much for doing this, and for the beautiful photo.

THANK YOU!!!!

Jaymie - thank you too, it's so nice to see you pop in now and then. Have you got a new kitty yet?

No i dont have a kitty yet, still hoping and wanting one, though i still like really want victor, but i do want another lil kitty kat to loveee <3 my mum says end of year probably. x