FHSUIrish stood beside me as Zibby ran almost right at us.

Our seats were on the wall in that endzone at the hashmark. When Zibby pulled his jersey and pointed to the ND it was literally right in front of us.

Two years later when Jon got a dog (a Vizsla) to help distract him during his chemo, there was only one choice for a name...Zibby. That dog didn't always see eye to eye with me. In fact when my brother spent recovery time with my folks on their farm, that dog would go out of his way to crap in my old room.

After Jon passed in 2009, Zibby mellowed a bit and we had a good relationship after. I would care for him whenever my parents needed a dog sitter. In the last few months, poor Zib could barely get up off his bed. Gone was the dog that needed crazy long hikes to get him to settle. Last time I watched him I had to carry him up and down my front steps because he couldn't go up and down any more. He finally passed away a few weeks ago. He was a good dog and hopefully is now fetching sticks for Jon and pointing butterflies.