Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
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March 5th 1993
Tennis balls, rawhide bones, treats, cheese, roughhousing, and to be petted and scratched endlessly!
Fresh tennis balls out of the can
IAMS Active Maturity dog food...plus bread and cheese!
Duboce Park and Ocean Beach in San Francisco (she misses Coronado Dog Beach in San Diego)
My partner and I drove 3 hours from Denver to a breeder - our original intent was to get 2 of the pups. If the second was a boy, he was going to be called Fred; if female, Maryanne. We got there too late to get two, but when we laid eyes on Ginger, we knew she was the dog for us. She was barely six weeks old. I cradled her in my lap while she slept the enitre way back to Denver.
12/23 - Ginger passed away suddenly on Monday Dec 20. We miss her terribly. I can't begin to explain the scope of our loss and the deep hole her passing has left in my soul.
She's the runt of the litter, the last to be weaned from her mother. She just celebrated her 11th birthday, and she still acts like she is 1 year old. He energy level is boundless - the ony sign of age she has is the grey around her snout, which makes her look like a wise old dog. She will always be my sweet angel and I will always love her.
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Golden Retrievers of California, Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies, THE GOLDENS
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|March 16th 2004
||More than 11 years!
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April 21st 2005 11:24 pm
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I didn't think I was going to think about Ginger dying until she turned 14 or 15. She was always an active dog, even the day before she ascended to God's waiting embrace. She had an undetectable cancer, and at a young 12 years old, my sweet angel took her last breath as I held her.
It was surreal - my constant companion of 12 years, gone. The only constant in my life. I've changed jobs, cities, states, coasts - and she's been with me through them all. She was always waiting patiently during my down times, and she would respond enthusiasitically when we had great times.
All her life, I've protected her from anything. I once told someone - very seriously - I would kill him if he ever touched my dog again. I nursed her when she suffered from typical symptoms like rashes. I spoiled her every Christmas with a box of tennis balls. She would sit by me an anxiously wait the hiss from opening a new can, then go dasing after all of them, not quite deciding which one she wants first.
On the morning of December 23, my angel couldn't move, and she had urinated on herself. Frantically calling San Francisco's many vets, I rushed her in. I couldn't believe my ears when the doctor told me of the previously undetected cancer. We decided the best medical course of action was to leave her at the hospital with an IV drip. I promised her I would be back for her.
A few hours later, the vet called, and her condition had taken a turn for the worse - she might have a few days to a week. I was going to bring her home and make her comfortable. I swore I would be the last thing she would see before...
We got to the hospital just as she took her last breath. I held her and yelled, cried...I don't even remember how long. I was more than shell-shocked - I was in complete paralysis. I cried for weeks. "This can't be happening to me", I kept saying.
The guilt is the worse part. I feel I failed her by not protecting her from this inoperable tumor. Every vet, every breeder has said the same thing - there is nothing anyone could have done to save her. But the guilt is still there.
I had a little service for her cremation, and hold her ashes on my desk. I still cry a few times a week when I think of her - whether it is re-living that awful day, or all the wonderful 12 years.
Ginger - I loved you more than anything.Knowing the Good Lord is taking care of you is some comfort...but I miss you. There is a hole that has been torn out of my heart. I hope He remembers to play catch with you every day!
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