Just got a phone call from my brother telling me that our dog back home passed today. Her name was Ginger. She was a Redbone hound mix and an absolute ball of energy. She had a bad habit of getting out of the yard and making her get away. She escaped a number of times and got out this afternoon again. She headed out and straight for the train tracks. My brother (whom she escaped on) found what was left of her on the tracks. I’m not necesarrily looking for sympathy or empathy, but a kind of memorial for her here since she’s home in Utah and I’m out here.
Here are some pictures of her with her best friend Dan, who is a pure bred Redbone. Ginger is the lighter colored one. I sure will miss you little Ginner…
Sorry for the loss of your buddy. Such a beautiful girl, and what a tragic fate. For me, the hardest part of having dogs is knowing that one day, all too soon it seems, they will not be there. I don’t care how many dogs I have in my life; I will never expect that part to get any easier. Fortunately, those great memories stay with us forever!
Lost My dog Shadow this year to cancer he was only 5. Words cannot express how one feels when you lose your best friend, My prayers go out to you.
The only thing I have ever found wrong with dogs is that their life span is not as long as ours.
Sorry about your loss. A dog’s life is always too short, but in that short time, they manage to teach us what unconditional love & loyalty really mean. Hang onto those wonderful memories you have of her.
Mike
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But…you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long–
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
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