Dear Skippy,

It has been barely 75 hours. I feel your prescience everywhere. The hours I spent with you, 24 hours everyday, are empty now.

I never thought that I could feel the way I do. I am heartbroken. You were there for me at home, at work, on vacations and in the car. I can barely breathe. You represent the last 18 years of my life and now you're gone.

You were the best thing to ever enter into my life from the very first day.

I feel guilty now for any time that I left you alone at home. I'd come home to find you laying in front of the door waiting for me.

Now, I go home and to work, and there's nothing.

I miss you so much

Love,

Rick