Good-bye, Ginger

Our dog Ginger died. She had a tumor in her bladder in the worst spot possible. Our vet told us last summer that surgery was not an option.

We took good care of Ginger. We took her outside frequently when she had to pee more and more frequently. My husband Jerry did most of the night-time duty, waking up several times when Ginger whined because she knew she wasn’t supposed to pee in the house.

During the last few weeks, she stopped eating her regular food, and we tried to encourage her by to eat by feeding her scrambled eggs and chicken breast.

We decided that we would put her to sleep when we knew that she was in pain. Finally, we stayed up all night with her one night recently and we knew that it was time.

We miss her. Jerry misses her because Ginger always kept him company while he drank his first cup of coffee in the morning. I miss her because she went with me on my morning walk every morning for almost 13 years. We remember when Ginger would run around in excited circles whenever our adult children Mary Elizabeth and Jay showed up at the front door.

After Ginger died, my brother James sent me a quote by Gene Hill about love and dogs. If you have ever loved a dog, you will like this quote:

“Nobody can fully understand the meaning of love unless he or she has owned a dog. A dog can show you more honest affection with a flick of his tail than a person can gather through a lifetime of handshakes.” -Gene Hill
–Joy

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