Ginger takes her last trip to town! Bye bye girl...

So off she goes, in the van with my husband. Ginger, who we grew to love over the last year. We found her on the street, nearly dead a little over a year ago. She was old,had loads of missing teeth, infected ears, starving and covered in parasites.

I brought her home, dipped her, fed her, took her to the vet and medicated her arthritis. She weighed 20lbs. She now weighs about 40 lbs, but is really old, and her legs dont work anymore..she is suffering now so off she goes to the vet one more time.

Sad here.. My nine year old is crying, and so am I.

We figure we added a a bit over a year to her life and it was quality loving time with all natural healthy dog food, and her own couch in the living room! I hope Tuesdays get better soon.

I've had to make that trip before, too... :cry:

She was truly blessed for the last year. I am so sorry for your loss.

Tuesdays will get better. They will.

Too many bad things. I hope that changes for you, everyone else here and in my life and me.

I'm sorry. :cry: :hug:

I hope time will ease the pain of losing her. :hug:

:hug:

Ginger was very fortunate to have found you

I really mean that. I think I am crying for all kinds of reasons now though!

I know it will get better. It is the cycle of things ya know.. just needed to vent a little.:cry:

So here's to you and your family:

:toast:

And here's a wish for Ginger for a pleasant journey over the Rainbow Bridge.

there are some tremendous people on this board. Think how many people drove by the poor girl and did nothing. You did an unbelievably kind thing. To make her go on living while she is suffering- that's no good. It's a terrible decision to have to make, but it is the right one. Good luck. It's obviously Ginger was well loved. Tuesdays will get better.

so good of you to give her that extra time.

:pals:

We did the same for Shelby, a dog we took in. She was 14 when we adopted her. She lived almost another year.

She died happy on the ranch she grew up on.

It was still tough to put her down but she couldn't walk anymore.

Bless you for your compassion. I know it hurts but you are doing the right thing.

I believe that all the animals you met in your life greet you at the gates of heaven, and decide if you enter heaven.

Looks like you've got another one on your side. :)

Cause I told my daughter she would see her on the other side, but she would not be limping...she'd be able to walk and run and play.

She asked how will I recognize her? I said, She will recognize you! Dogs are like that..

Heavenly doggies.. Thats a nice thought Thanks.

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

We would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And it if was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in awhile, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house --
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs
And I'd give him one for awhile.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.

And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.

And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I'd reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.

Jimmy Stewart

it is to lose a beloved pet. My thoughts are with you.

I know that you miss her, but her memory will always keep her close to your heart.

All good thoughts to you -- :hug:

:grouphug: You've done a good thing.

All of our pet friends have been free, given, found, rescued. And so it will be.