Sunshine, roasted chicken, flannel sheets, buffalo ribs, his personal pillow, soft blankets, singing softly, and the goats, were Spirits favorite things in his life. At five pounds, he would herd the goats. They were afraid of him. He was the boss of everything. Spirit held court in the studio for eighteen years from his pillow on the worktable. He approved and disapproved of the studio visitors without hesitation. You never ate around Spirit unless you shared. He would give you the stink eye that you never really recovered from. Spirit arrived at the end of his earth walk today. Even though the studio is full of new paintings, the studio has never been as empty as it is tonight. I love you little Spirit Buffalo.