RIP Ginger
Aug. 19th, 2003 09:42 am... my cousins' dog, 17 years old and in failing health, was put down last night. She got a reprieve Thursday night when the power was cut, but no call from the governor last night. She and her brother Fred (who died a few years ago) were sweet, yappy, lively, maddening little dogs who never quite mastered the art of house-training. I remember J and I doing our level best to train them at the cottage the summer I was 12. I also remember waking up in the sofa bed when I'd slept over to find one in front of me and one in the crook of my knees, effectively immobilizing me. My dog, Brandy, was two years younger than them and always held them in great respect despite being four times their size; they used to play tag at the cottage, Brandy running just fast enough to keep ahead of the dachshunds around and around the cottage.
Good times.
Good times.
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Date: 2003-08-19 09:43 am (UTC)When they gave her the relaxant prior to being put down she looked more comfortable and relaxed than she had in years.
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Date: 2003-08-19 10:23 am (UTC)It's never easy... I was kind of hoping she'd beat the vet like Fred did!
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Date: 2003-08-19 11:22 am (UTC)It just won't seem the same over there without the minefield in the dining room but I think she had a very long and relatively happy life... so stuff and stuff.
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