Ginger is in Doggy Heaven.

Ginger

Age 6727, ~-4717 - December 15, 2010

Ginger was my niece's dog, but she trained me to love her and open my heart to dogs again.

Cindy
February 05, 2011 Cindy
February 05, 2011

Nickname: An elegant old lady in a golden brown fur coat

Ginger was unlike any dog anyone who met her had ever known. She never knew she was a dog. She was convinced she was a human, who owned a house and yard, both of which she oversaw and enjoyed at her will and leisure.

Ginger was incredibly smart, and totally maintenance-free. Ginger managed herself and everyone who she approved to come into "her" home. The only time she ever was known to jump up on a person was me - the first time that I saw her and my niece Krista said, "Don't worry, she doesn't jump up on people." Truly to pick on her new mistress, Ginger jumped up on me (though interestingly not actually putting all her weight on me, more holding herself on her back legs). Yes, she had just shown my niece that Ginger had a mind of her own. This was not the first, and it would not be the last, time that Ginger would choose to do something totally out of character simply to show her "mom" that she was a dog with her own mind.

Ginger was a brilliant dog, but never destructive. She was as loyal and loving as a dog can be. She could be left for days with water and food, as lond as she could come and go in and out as she pleased, and she preferred to take care of her own home, "Thank you very much!" Ginger made it known that she was her own boss and could take care of herself. In the end, she died with as much dignity as she had lived, simply lying down by the heater, folding her feet in front of her, and going to sleep. The vet had not been able to find anything weeks earlier when her appetite was failing, though apparently something was wrong. Yet Ginger never made life difficult for anyone. She died as she had lived, the Grand Ole Lady. And the hearts of all whose paths Ginger had crossed are broken to this day.

I want to say a special condolence to my dear beloved niece Krista, who owned and loved Ginger for these last years, who has an empty spot in her heart now. What a wonderful companion with whom you were blessed for those years, to have been able to crack open your Aunt Cindy's heart again to the love of dogs! I adored and now horribly grieve the loss of your beautiful, sweet, smart Ginger. I actually have to say, I do hope we all meet again someday in the afterlife...............

May the joys of having known and loved Ginger get you through the difficulties of losing her.