After quite a long time pretending the inevitable was never going to happen, reality's been kicking in hard for me the past few months. My dog, Ginger, is getting old. This past September, she turned fourteen, and the only difference between ages fourteen, ten and five were that when she was younger, she slept less. But she still had so much
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People who aren't pet owners just do not understand. These dogs are a huge part of our family (your's too from the sounds of it).
This is a nice site http://www.rainbowbridge.com/ for grieving pet owners.
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I hope your boxer and my Ginger stay as long as they can.
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Your comment has made me very teary all over again, but in a good way. Thank you so very much for your kind words!
I think you're right about it hitting less. At least this way, I've got it on my mind to let her know every minute that I love her. She gets cuddles and right now she's incredibly spoiled. More spoiled than she has been in her entire life. I think we're all just reassuring ourselves--she's happy, she's loved, she's not in any pain, and most of all, she's still our happy dog. And knowing that will give us all something to be grateful for in times to come.
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