THROUGH THE YEARS LOOKIN AT MY DEAR DOLLY , I ALWAYS WONDERED "WHAT WILL I DO WHEN SHE'S GONE ? MY GOD I THINK I MIGHT DIE TOO ?" BOY, IN A BIG WAY, WAS I EVER RIGHT.

Yes, something in me died when Luba died too. I've often felt somehow incomplete since her death. Somehow or other life takes over again though. The hurt stays, but it dulls out significantly.

Sounds like you lost a soul-mate dog, just like I did.

I'm sorry.