On Friday February 16, 2007, our beloved Polly said her final good-byes to her family and with the help of her beloved vet., team-mate and good friend Carol, went to join the flyball team at the Rainbow Bridge.

I've asked her not to wait for me there but to cross the bridge and take her love to my brother. She can head the welcome comittee when it's my time.

For 15 years Polly has been the centre of our family. We remember her with love and laughter. She was a happy dog and even now with our loss so new we are remembering the fun and laughter she brought.

Polly started flyball in 1992 when the game was still new. Back then the judge started the runs and line judges actually had to call passes. No electronics then. 25 point runs were a rarity and it was consdered impossible to break the 20 sec. barrier for time. Polly was the world's worst jumper but she had heart and could run any position for anyone. She gave her all and loved the game. She ran her last race at the age of 12 just after obtaining her Onyx.

In agility she excelled. She taught me how to keep up with a fast dog and took us both to the USDAA finals. She was a champion and loved it. I will always treasure the memories of Polly teaching our son, then about 11, how to run agility. If his commands were late she would wait patiently for the next one all the while with a look on her face that said " Look how well I'm teaching David". Polly loved to work and please and do it right.

I was once told that she was the only dog who saw a negative as a positive. I see her at the glider club happily retrieving the tow ropes. She would wait for the tow plane to land, wait for the command to fetch and then zip out to get the end of the rope and bring it to the glider for hook-up. She would then rest under the wing of the next glider in line until the next tug landed.

Her favourite place was at our side but she loved the farm. There she could run free like a puppy, find lots of sticks to put in our path always hoping that we would pick one up and toss it. She greeted everyone as a potential friend and could bring even the most depressed person to a smile. Polly was the type of dog that would die trying to do what you wanted. If she understood the job she would try. It became our responsibility to save her from herself.

So much heart. So much joy. She leaves a huge gap in the lives of those who knew and loved her. Polly was a happy dog.....

Much loved and missed by her family