Years ago my brother moved away and left me here in the desert, and he also left me this monster of a Golden Retriever named Ginger, who was too old and ill to move. Seriously, she could have won Biggest of Breed at Westminster! A short time later I met my Tiny Lady Veterinarian, and only a couple of weeks after that Ginger had a severe downturn.
I wasn’t expecting anything in return and it caught me by surprise when Ginger’s generous helping of ashes arrive in a tin that looked just like the one used by the Witch to keep her Turkish Delights in the old BBC production of Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. I always liked the idea that if a neighbor dropped by to borrow a little ‘Ginger’, I would be ready.
November 16, 2016