For 14 years she was in my life. Red and restless, sweet and stubborn. She became a runner before she was 5 months old and trained along side both Gregg and me. She lived in the snow, the desert, the woods of Georgia, and at the beach. I remember the one and only time she mistook the sand for snow and ended up with a mouthful. She played it off. She was one of the most beautiful dogs I have seen. My constant companion, cheerleader, love, and guide. It took me 13 years to realize that she has been the spiritual watcher in my life. A source of affection, entertainment, a teacher of grace, patience, commitment, and kindness. It was with great affection and respect that I took her to a favorite spot, offered my gratitude for her years of constant service and spread what was left of her into the windy sands along Lake Meade. I left her ashes in the desert and I took her Spirit with me. Harlem Blues Lewis I am grateful for all you have taught me. I miss your sweet face. Thank you for loving me.