My heart is broken. Ginger passed away today while I was at work. Paul found her lying outside in the afternoon sun and she simply didn’t wake.
Knowing that the end was near doesn’t make losing her any easier. At 14+ years, it’s only been the last couple of months that I’ve worried about her health. Last week, I was certain I’d need to call the vet soon, but she seemed to rebound. I’m grateful I didn’t have to make that decision.
This is the picture from the rescue web site that captured my heart so long ago. She wasn’t always an easy puppy, but I loved her. She was incredibly protective evidenced by the window trim she chewed up over the years trying to break out and eat the mailman.
I miss you already, Gingy. May Heaven bring you all the celery and pizza crusts your heart desires.