My Moxie

There's a ball on the ground, and I think I should grab that for Moxie. Dog food is on sale, and my cart is halfway down the aisle before I remember. Evening comes. Our dog park time. But there is no retriever clamoring to go. Squirrels caper on the fence, teasing, teasing, but he's not there to see He's been gone for a long time, but he lives still in my heart, his image so vivid that, even now, I can't fully comprehend that my beautiful golden dog is gone forever. I must be content that he rests now on a hill overlooking fields he loved to explore. As for me, I seem to have lost my moxie when I lost my Moxie.