by melissa cardot
my father was on tha fone... i had a bad feeling as soon as i herd the fone ring and hur call my name.... i got on the fone and i hear... "melissa i have sum bad news" and he told me about how my dog died.... i had this dog since i was 3.... i dont kno wut life is without hur!! I DIDNT EVEN GET TO SAY BYE!! i was at MY frends house having fun while MY dog died.... i feel horrible! but atleast i was with ppl who care and who understand wut i was going threw..... the werst part is how she died.... it wasnt old age, it was a complete accident... and i dont hold my dad accountable for it at all... she was a small dog, always got in the way, but that was ginger, ya kno, well he was walking down the stairs... and it was dark.... and he didnt see hur... he stepped on hur... breaking a few of her little ribs, and possibly hur bak.. i have ben in tears all day and wen i returned home to the gates down, and no ginger, it hit me... shes relle gone.....
ok well i cannot get over this, its impossible i miss hur soo much... its jus not fair..... why did she have to leev mee.... ppl say shes in a better place.... but i dont believe that... its bull shit!! she was better off with hur family! with the ppl she cared about and that cared about hur!! she was more then i cud ever of asked for in a dog.... she was loyal and cute and fun to jus sit there and play with.... wen things were going bad i wud jus sit and talk to hur and wen id cry, she'd lick my tears.... she went with so many of my secrets and my thoughts that no one else knew about... i didnt get to say bye... i ditn get to tell hur how much i loved hur.... i relle hope she knows how much she was loved.. i meen yea we may have shooed hur away a couple times and i regret every second i didnt spend with hur.... as long as i can remember ive had hur.... i cant remember a time without hur. i kno she loved us soo much... she wud kno exactly wut time we wud get home from skool jus by wut was on tv... she wud wait for us on the window ledge.... and jus everyhting she did was from hur heart... she never did nehting rong... an occasional accident on the rug here and there but that was ginger... she cudnt help it... but theres has never ben a dog as lovable as her... at least not one that i have met... and everyone who has gotten to kno ginger knows wut a special dog she was.... and i kno my dad feels aweful... he didnt meen to do it... accidents happen... he cudnt see... it NEVER crossed my mined to blame him for it...all i can think about is how he must feel... wut is going threw his head.... he thinks his own kids hate him... i cud NEVER hate my father... he is the most important man in my life and i love him... he wud never hurt a fly if he didnt have to... but he wud take a bullet for mee.. and i kno that... i kno he loves alla us kids and i kno he loved ginger.. and now shes gone... i keep getting this image in my head... of how it all went down... imaginf hur precious lil body laying there helpless... lifeless... WISHING i cudda ben there to kis hur one last time... to make sure she died knowing i loved hur... i also keep thinking of wut she was thinking during alla this... if she was thinking.. where is she? wheres melissa? i wanna see hur one last time.. and i think about how soon hur bodie hur lil cute precious lifeless bodie... is going to b put into a flames and burned... that dog that used to lay with mee and cuddle with mee... into ashes... i have hur collar on my wrist... and there it will stay... the lil tags on it clink together and it makes a sound that wenever heard we always look around for hur.. so if i ever wanna hear her again i can jus jiggle my wrist and here cums ginger running down the stairs.....