The truth is that I am not really a dog person. I grew up with great cats, but
we never had much luck with dogs. They slobbered too much and were too hyper,
too dumb, to rough, or too valuable and stolen.
I always figured I would be a cat person the rest of my life. Until I
fell in love with someone allergic to cats.
Ginger was born in early 2000, but came to us in September
of that year. We had gone to the SPCA to adopt a beagle after enjoying one of
our friend’s dogs. But when we went to see the beagle, this gorgeous
ginger-colored dog was sprawled across the kennel like she owned the place
while the beagle shivered in the corner.
It was love at first sight. After being spayed, we brought her home and
she was still so mellow… only to find out a few days later that she was
suffering from Parvo.
It was touch and
go, but after a few days at the vet (and a few bills later), she recovered.
And then we met the REAL Ginger: protective,
active, energetic, sweet, snuggly, insistent, smart, fast, and strong enough to
pull a sled (if we had the need in Texas).
We learned she was not a big fan of dog parks or other dogs for that
matter, especially when she was just with me because she considered herself to
be the head of the pack when Jeff was not around.
Her bark was much worse than her bite (she
was not a biter); however, she loved to chase squirrels and rabbits and caught a
few of them, too.
She loved riding in
the car with her head out the window as well as on our boat. Her favorite treat on road trips was her own cup of Sonic Ice. She also loved
camping and exploring the woods with us, but let her off her leash and she was
out of sight in a split second… only to come home hours later smiling like she
had just been at a huge party.
We never knew her exact breed. She had the personality,
body, and markings of a Canaan, but more
than likely she was a Husky-Sheppard mix. In Texas, this meant she was ALWAYS
shedding her white undercoat. I am pretty sure we had enough hair each year to
make several small dogs!! Moving to
Arkansas was not much better since colder winters brought on a thicker coat so
Spring was still quite a shedding mess. But the trade-off was that she had a
silky soft coat that you just couldn’t help but pet.
Ginger was meant to be a crated dog, but early on she
convinced me that she should sleep on the bed when Jeff traveled. She usually took
her place on his side of the bed. This was our secret… well, mostly.
Ginger was a great comfort while we were
going through infertility treatments for several years. When Jeff was gone, It
was Ginger that sat by me as I charted and tested, listened to me cry, stayed
up to watch movies, and shared ice cream and popcorn.
She was also my protector – barking at
strange noises and hunkering down with me on stormy nights in our “safe” room.
When Jillian came home, I was concerned that our fur baby of
10 years would be jealous. But she took to Jillian immediately: sleeping on the
floor of her room; kissing her head; snuggling next to her on the floor; chasing
each other around the house; letting Jillian adorn her with hats and pearls and
crowns; taking walks and sharing snacks.
Even as she grew older and had more pain, she never once bit down on
Jillian. Yeah, she yelped and nipped a few times in the past year, but we could
not have asked for any better behavior from a senior dog.
At age 14 ½, Ginger had cataracts, was losing teeth,
starting to lose weight, limping, losing footing and slipping, having trouble
with stairs, panting heavily most of the day, and experiencing obvious pain
when moving too quickly or changing positions.
Over the past few weeks, she became incontinent and seemed to experience
pain in her stomach area. However, she gave us glimpses of the perky dog she
used to be and she remained a patient, loyal, and sweet girl to us all.
Making the decision to let her go has been one of the most difficult decisions we have ever had to make. She is pain free now and I hope chasing squirrels in a heavenly field. We will miss her fur on our clothes, her
gentle nose nudges to make you go where she wanted you to go, and her bark
reminding you that she was waiting at the door to come back inside.