On Thanksgiving we stopped by a neighbor's to say hello...our friend looked at us....started to cry and talked about Spigget.

Upon leaving their yard I was thinking about how Spigget was the neighborhood mascot of sorts. About how much time we spent on the Court, causing a chain reaction of other dogs being let out, people walking out starting conversations. I thought about times with her in the Montana mountains, all those mini-moments...and my guilt. As I had these thoughts I walked on one of the many tennis balls still among the Court. As I reached for it...I cried...and the below poem is a reflection of all of this...and so much more. Spigget was so engaging. She looked through you. How many Poms chase tennis balls the size of thier heads? She went into the backcountry with me, challanged deer, and changed my heart. He died on 11/23/08 at 10:35 am. Chasing a tennis ball.

Guaranteed

On bended knee, the tears overtake me
as I pick up a tennis ball I ask silently
of all the things I did that Sunday will she forgive me?
so I can breath...

In circles she'd flow and she'd swallow people whole
on Greenough Court she run like they'll never truly know
got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
so it goes...

She'd come closer and my heart began to grow
being with her like gravity are places that pull
if ever there was someone to keep me at home
it would be her...

So many doggies in this world...but she is the one I bought
I think of her and her wandering
was she ever what I thought?
got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...

Wind in her hair, she felt part of everywhere
underneath that tall grass was a path that disappeared
late at night I hear the trees
but my sweet little girl is dead
I'm out of my head...

Leave it to me I'll find a way to honor thee
we'll consider your spirit a satellite for ever orbiting
I know I am a fool...but you never saw the fool in me...
guaranteed...

For Spigget