Summer Begins
June 19, 2006 - Monday
Preparing to say Good-Bye
Our old dog Ginger
has been suffering a lot, lately. When she isn't miserable, she's
making us miserable because she doesn't know what she is barking
at. If I stand up, she barks, if the phone rings, she barks, if one
of the girls comes home, she barks.
She's been having
trouble getting up the stairs lately and has slipped a few times.
She's almost always slept on my bed, and sometimes she has to try three
times before she makes it up. I can't help her because if I try to
lift her, sometimes THAT hurts her.
Since I'm going to be
in Texas for two months, we made a very difficult decision to help her
across the rainbow bridge. Her eyesight is going and she whines with
almost every breath, yet her stumpy tail still wags and those dim eyes
still hold love for her family.
So, we'll be saying
Good-bye to her, and hope it is freedom for her, and not a time for sorrow.
June 20, 2006 - Tuesday
Difficult, yes... but for the Best
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In Memory
December 29, 1991 - June 19, 2006
She was always ready to protect us, and always
ready to run and play.
It was a difficult decision, but she was obviously in
constant pain and having trouble getting up the stairs or even breathing,
at times. Sometimes she would slip and fall, and seem so embarrassed.
Rather than have her decline even more, especially with her Mom (I'm her mom)
being gone for the summer, it was best to take her to the Rainbow Bridge and help her cross over.
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Thank you for your
lifetime, love,
Your Family
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Ginger was born on December 29, 1991 in Belgium. We brought her home on
March 1, 1992 and she began to grow overnight. She stopped growing at
medium size, and was between 16 and 20 pounds for most of her life.
Ginger survived her trip to the United States and made her home in Niceville, Florida. One of her favorite places to visit was Kritter
Kennels on John Sims Parkway. In 1995, Ginger made the long drive from
Niceville to Seattle, Washington, and was then flown to Fairbanks, Alaska. She handled the transition from beach to snowbank with enthusiasm, and sometimes
even enjoyed playing in the snow. Another cruel and bitter winter would
have been difficult for her, although her undefeatable spirit would have
kept her trying. We will miss her, and I'm sure to imagine that we hear her
barking in the distance.
I stayed with her. She went quickly and
quietly with the help of Dr. Beckley's tender assistance. No more pain,
fear or worry, she has wings now. |
June 26, 2006 - Monday
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They say people look like their dogs, don't they? I did a feline look in Theatre Makeup class, I wonder... Hmmmm. White fur, brown eyes, black nose and lips and voila. Nah...it'd never work. I'd look like an anemic wookie. Or one of those little teddybear looking things that was in star-wars... what were they? Ewoks. Yeah.
I really miss the makeup class. A dog would be a little difficult to do because they have long snouts, so I don't think I'll be posing as Marzi anytime soon. She's so darned adorable!
She's also got an outstanding personality. I just love her to bits!
Today the poor baby got a booster shot, and she is limping and pitiful... She has rarely felt pain in her little life, and she's so offended that she had to submit to the indignity of an injection.
When my kids were little we always gave 'em a shot of tylenol before we even went to get a booster...
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...too bad poor baby Marzi can't have anything like that.
Well, it will just make her tougher. (if we don't spoil her to bits, waiting on her hand and foot!) |
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