by jan pomaro
July 9, 2001
That's the day I lost my best friend, my baby, my fur child. Ginger was part collie part chow and about a year old when I got her at the animal shelter. She gave us 10 yrs of joy before giving up her fight to bladder cancer. She took a little piece of my heart when she passed that day. I thought the tears would never stop. They did but the empty feeling never did quite go away. It gets easier~ I'm able to look at her picture now and smile instead of always breaking into tears. They always say that there's one special pet in your life and Ginger was mine.
I said I would never get another animal but a little over 2 yrs later I adopted another shelter dog "Molly". They can never replace the animal you lose~ never. You just have to make your heart a little bit bigger to include the new animal. I find myself comparing her to Ginger and I want to stop that. I'm glad that Molly is the complete opposite of Ginger. Molly is part doberman / shephard and full of mischief. She makes us laugh~ that is a good thing.
I think Ginger would understand~ in fact ~ I think Ginger wagged her tail a little bit harder the day we brought Molly home knowing it would make us a little bit happier.
Jan