Goodbye Ginger
Two days ago my family lost a four-legged friend. For nearly the past 11 years the Roe family dog was a Welsh Corgi named Ginger. This week we decided, based on several medical conditions she was suffering, to put her to sleep.
Those who know me know that I’m not really what you would call an “animal person.” But I’ll admit, Ginger grew on me. 11 years is a long time, and not just in dog-years, and as I considered that “Ginger-dog” will no longer be there to greet me when I visit my parents it seemed a bit like her passing is the close of the childhood chapter of life for both my sister and I.
Ginger was a great dog. I’ll always remember how we had to dig pathways in the snow in the backyard for Ginger because she was too short to get through it on her own. Or how whenever you went to get ice out of the freezer Ginger would bound into to kitchen to demand the ice-cube tax. And how, when you gave her that ice cube, she would spend 3 minutes chasing it around the kitchen because it was too slippery for her mouth.
So, goodbye Ginger, I hope wherever you are you have some warm sun to nap in and a good human to give you love!
