As a refresher, Kim was my roommate back in my single 30's. Kim went on quite a few blind dates and on one of them, came back with a dog, literally. The guy, who we call "dog owner," didn't work out but, he "lent" Ginger to us for a week while he went away on a trip. He couldn't handle her with his new single lifestyle. He offered to give Ginger to us forever. Kim was a bit concerned about the responsibility of a dog. For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to keep her, she obviously needed some better loving than that guy could give. We adopted her.
Kim and I went through dog training with a very stern trainer lady up in Marin (Marin...I think). Ginger failed, or rather I did, but, we all learned how to sit and lay down when prompted. I do mean all of us.
When BZ and I got engaged, Kim asked if she could keep Ginger when I moved out. And honestly, Ginger and Kim were really meant to be together. They ran together, did everything together. And I was distracted with BZ-itis. So Kim kept Ginger and they are the best of buddies.
So its been 9+ years, I think, since Ginger came into our lives. Ginger is now 15 and showing her age. She can't walk so well, her fur is much whiter, and her hearing is shot. But....she is still so dang cute and smiley. Last week, I got to snuggle with her....and all my old feelings for her FLOODED back. Gin doesn't have that much longer on this planet, and that makes me really sad.
Spending time with Kim and Ginger this past week was a great reminder of what is important. I not only need to spend more time with my friends, in this case Kim, but I need to recognize how important my friendships are and let those people know it. Hear that? Hold me to it.
Aw shucks.
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