In a light rain and amid tears in my eyes, I literally just buried our beloved little miniature pinscher Ginger in our backyard 20 minutes ago.
She was 15 years old. She had surgery 3 weeks ago to remove a ruptured eye, and although she survived the surgery and her eye healed nicely, she never recovered fully, threw up all the time, wouldn’t eat, and stopped drinking yesterday. She was so weak and thin, and shivered constantly. Sometimes she’d wander around the house in a daze. We knew it was time for her to go.
The vet came out to our house and euthanized Ginger while my wife held her.
I thought I was ready for this. I didn’t know how hard it would hit me to see her go.
Thanks for everything little Ginger. You were the best! You were family!