Last week, the family and I were devastated to have to say goodbye to our 12 year old rescue dog, Ginger. All dogs are wonderful, perhaps, but Ginger was WONDERFUL and EXCEPTIONAL in so many ways. Sure, she was intelligent and fun-loving and affectionate, but she was the dog-of-my-life, the kindest, sweetest, noblest and most loving of creatures, who never once exhibited the slightest aggression, or even anger or frustration. She was, in a word, PERFECT–my North Star. The traumatic events of the final days are slowing receding, leaving in their wake just the sadness, emptiness, and longings. But we take comfort in all the happiness she brought to our family, and hopefully, that we brought to her for the last 8 years of her life with us.
In my last post, eons ago last spring, I wrote how Ginger’s love of tomatoes had spawned a robust “poop-plant” that kept us awash in tomatoes last fall. Remarkably, Ginger left us a final parting gift this summer: not one, but FOUR tomato “poop-plants” in our garden!
Her legacy lives on, and we will miss her greatly.