I owned a dog named Spirit, who had to have a ball to catch She did not die of medical reasons, we did not give her away She had to be put to sleep, as we weeped and weeped and weeped She had behavioral problems we could not fix, she had Parvo as a puppy She really was a great dog though, who had to play tug-of-war She's waiting for me at Rainbow Bridge, she knows I'll see her later She will be holding her rope, she knows I really miss her I used to take her on runs very very far She really loved being with me, as I loved being with her Spirit pulled you off the couch, when you played tug-of-war She was a very strong dog, as strong as most of us, though She jumped high in the air to catch her ball, she twisted and turned, she needed her ball When she caught it she pranced and pranced, She was so proud of herself; she caught her ball She swam in the river, deeper than she could reach She tried to fetch trees, but compromised to a stick Spirit caught her frisbees, high in the air She loved to play and jump free in the wind She was a very smart dog, she knew more than commands She knew large phrases such as, "Get your ball, bring it here." We knew it was coming, we looked death in the face we cried when she left us, never to see her again We loved little Spirit so very much, she was a very sweet dog that we loved to touch Spirit knew many commands, from roll over to dance, she could sit, stay, lie down Spirit was a very sweet dog, that we will forever miss I will never forget her, always dream of her I talk to Spirit, every night I lay awake Sometimes I can't sleep, I don't understand I keep a picture of us, as I dream of her I really love you, Spirit, I know I'll see you later