A dog named Ginger
One day in my life, I went to the mall pet store to look for a dog for my wife. She had wanted one ever since we got married because she had one before we were married that wanted to remain home with her parents. When I entered the pet store, there she was. A perfect little Bichon Frise all white and clean, just looking at me! She was obviously wanting me to take her home and I wanted to so badly, but did not know where to keep her until Christmas. So, sadly, I stood there trying to think if the legistics would in anyway work out today, and sadly they would not. For it would be no surprise and I feared it would not work out today the way I wanted. So I left the little store, sad.
A few weeks later, we were at another pet store in a local mall owned by the same company and there was my little girl again! We checked with the store and sure enough, it was the same little girl, they had moved her from one store to another. There was no way I was going to leave the store without her this time. I wanted to get her for my wife who was with me this time. We discussed it at length and I won out, even though my wife wanted a different dog, this one just had to be ours.
She was my wife's Valentines Day present that year.
We brought little GInger home with us and stopped off on the way and bought her some toys and food and supplies. When we got her home, she felt at home already because she had spent the time at the store in the car in my lap with me petting her.
Ginger was named by my wife's Grandmother and she played and ran and barked in our apartment. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and as little GInger grew, she loved to play fetch the tennis ball with me. I spent alot of time playing with Ginger. I worked for an airline and my shifts were such that there was always someone home with Ginger. The hours my wife worked I was usually home. Then there was the layoff. I was out of work for six months and ran a little business on the weekends. There was a war going on in the gulf and Ginger sat in my lap for hours with me as we watched the world from our couch. I became closer to this dog than any other pet I had ever had.
We had no children when we first got Ginger, but within a year, our only child was born and he absolutely loved Ginger as much as we did. Now she had a new playmate in the floor with her. She looked after him as if she was his parent. Ginger would not allow anyone she didn't know to touch him. As the years rolled on, Ginger was always a part of almost everything we did. We took her on vacations with us, she ate with us, she even slept on our waterbed. GInger got to go to Daytona Beach once and I will never forget that day. We walked all over that beach area. And we found a motel that would accept dogs. We had two babies in the van on the trips to and from. We called the plastic dog carrier she traveled in, her carseat.
When I worked on my hobbies, Ginger was always there with me. She sat many hours at my feet while I worked on the airline and on websites.
I changed jobs several times while we had Ginger, the last one being the job I still have now.
All the movies, tv shows and camping out and picnics and fun came to an end for Ginger in 2005 when we had to say goodbye. She was 15 and had health problems that were too advanced for her to make it any further. Our last two weeks with her was one of the saddest times of my life and I can honestly say that it has never hurt anymore to loose a human as it did to loose her.
The first year was the hardest, but after four years, it hasn't gotten much easier when I think of her.
Ginger was to us, a True Friend, and she was my little girl before my son was born.
I have read the little story about the rainbow bridge and I hope someday to see her again.
Ginger, whereever you are, we miss you and still love you just as much as we ever have!
A few weeks later, we were at another pet store in a local mall owned by the same company and there was my little girl again! We checked with the store and sure enough, it was the same little girl, they had moved her from one store to another. There was no way I was going to leave the store without her this time. I wanted to get her for my wife who was with me this time. We discussed it at length and I won out, even though my wife wanted a different dog, this one just had to be ours.
She was my wife's Valentines Day present that year.
We brought little GInger home with us and stopped off on the way and bought her some toys and food and supplies. When we got her home, she felt at home already because she had spent the time at the store in the car in my lap with me petting her.
Ginger was named by my wife's Grandmother and she played and ran and barked in our apartment. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and as little GInger grew, she loved to play fetch the tennis ball with me. I spent alot of time playing with Ginger. I worked for an airline and my shifts were such that there was always someone home with Ginger. The hours my wife worked I was usually home. Then there was the layoff. I was out of work for six months and ran a little business on the weekends. There was a war going on in the gulf and Ginger sat in my lap for hours with me as we watched the world from our couch. I became closer to this dog than any other pet I had ever had.
We had no children when we first got Ginger, but within a year, our only child was born and he absolutely loved Ginger as much as we did. Now she had a new playmate in the floor with her. She looked after him as if she was his parent. Ginger would not allow anyone she didn't know to touch him. As the years rolled on, Ginger was always a part of almost everything we did. We took her on vacations with us, she ate with us, she even slept on our waterbed. GInger got to go to Daytona Beach once and I will never forget that day. We walked all over that beach area. And we found a motel that would accept dogs. We had two babies in the van on the trips to and from. We called the plastic dog carrier she traveled in, her carseat.
When I worked on my hobbies, Ginger was always there with me. She sat many hours at my feet while I worked on the airline and on websites.
I changed jobs several times while we had Ginger, the last one being the job I still have now.
All the movies, tv shows and camping out and picnics and fun came to an end for Ginger in 2005 when we had to say goodbye. She was 15 and had health problems that were too advanced for her to make it any further. Our last two weeks with her was one of the saddest times of my life and I can honestly say that it has never hurt anymore to loose a human as it did to loose her.
The first year was the hardest, but after four years, it hasn't gotten much easier when I think of her.
Ginger was to us, a True Friend, and she was my little girl before my son was born.
I have read the little story about the rainbow bridge and I hope someday to see her again.
Ginger, whereever you are, we miss you and still love you just as much as we ever have!
