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Life after Ginger

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I’ve been meaning to catch up with you guys for a while now, but every time I pull up this blog I’m greeted with Ginger’s tiny little munchkin face, and then I can’t seem to think about anything else but how much I miss our dog.

Ginger died about two weeks ago from something called pug dog encephilitis.  It’s a swelling of the brain that is specific to pugs.  Her illness was the cause of her circling, running into walls, blindness, loss of muscle-control, and all-around strangeness.  She had been showing signs since May, but we were in a little bit of denial that anything was wrong with her.  I think she was gone from the moment she had her first seizure, and I hope she wasn’t too scared.  We talked about bringing her home from the vet that Friday so that she could spend one more weekend with us, but we didn’t want her to suffer any longer.  She was confused and blind, and very sick at that point.  So, Frank, Sean and I went to the vet to say goodbye.

I still miss her wandering around the house under my feet.  I don’t know how many times a day you could hear me saying “Sorry Ginger,” because I had accidentally kicked her.  She liked to be close to me.  I liked to be close to her, and we all miss her a lot.

But as they say, life goes on.  Frank is more spoiled than ever.  Sean and I have been eating well, and making a lot of cool stuff.  We’ve had friends in town.  We’ve had so much beer that I feel like I might actually need a day or two off from the drinking (I’ll feel differently about 5 tonight.)  Sean had a birthday.  We went to a wedding.

Life is still good, but there will always be a little hole in my heart that Ginger used to inhabit.

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August 11, 2008 at 5:46 pm

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Ginger Update

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Our little baby girl didn’t get to come home.

We love you Ginger.  RIP.

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July 26, 2008 at 2:47 am

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This is a little tough to write.

I have the day off today, so I wanted to blog a bit about the
apricot jam I made the other day, the chocolate chip cookies that
finally (after 29 years of attempts) turned out right, the new pickle
recipe I found online, or the freaking kimchi recipe I promised forever
ago, but never got around to blogging.

But, today hasn’t turned out exactly as planned.  Our poor little
Ginger is at the doggy hospital right now.  She had two seizures this
morning, and they were really scary.

Sean came running to get me while I was putting on my makeup this
morning saying that there was something wrong with the Ginger.  I ran
out into the living room to find her on her side, convulsing, her
little legs twitching and foaming at the mouth.  It only lasted for a
couple of seconds, but it was awful.  All I could do was hold her shaky
little body until it was over.  She’s usually not very cuddly, but she
didn’t try to pull away from me at all; I think she was as scared as I

I called the vet, who told me they didn’t have any time to see her
today, and I should call the emergency vet.  The emergency vet told me
it wasn’t a big deal, and most likely she wouldn’t have another
seizure, so I should just keep notes if she did.

So I watched her.  She was shaky, and nervous.  She couldn’t seem to
lay down.  About three hours later she seized again, and we bundled her
up to take to the emergency vet.

The vet was really nice.

He watched little Ging run into the walls as she circled around the
examination room.  She’s a circler, and we’ve taken to calling her
circling “sharking.”  Our little “land shark.”  It’s been a little joke
around the house, but it turns out that it’s not such a joke.

She’d run right into every wall before turning.  I’ve been speculating for a few weeks that she couldn’t see.  The vet agrees.

My mom just asked the other day if I thought something was really
wrong with her, to which I answered, “No.  I think, like Helen used to
say about Diane, she’s just retarded.”  We both laughed.  I know
retarded is not a PC term.  But Helen, a family friend, has a daughter
who is about Sean’s age.  When Diane was still in the womb the
umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, and she was brain damaged.
Diane is mentally handicapped, but Helen is not one to bullshit anyone,
and tells everyone that Diane is retarded.  She doesn’t mean to
offend.  It’s just her truth.

Anyway, I thought it was just my truth that Ginger was retarded.  I
love her all the same.  She’s awkward, runs into things, she’s
unfriendly, and pretty much an all-around pain in the butt.  But, I
love her anyway.

It turns out those pain in the butt things are probably a
neurological problem that can be found in pugs. We’re not sure if we’re
going to get to take her home tonight.  But maybe.

Frank is bummed.  Sean is bummed.  And I’m certain that Ginger is
really bummed at the vet’s office instead of curled up next to Frank in
the living room.

So, here I am looking for pictures of my retarded dog.

I don’t have very many good ones.  She always looked so awkward.

This is her looking at me awkwardly.

This is her NOT looking at me.  She never can cooperate.  Also, she
was licking the couch.  See that wet spot there.  She’s a couch licker.
What a weirdo!  That’s also water on her back.  She stands in the flow
of water being poured into her water bowl.  I realize now it was
because she couldn’t see.

That’s her looking at me with one eye.  Sean calls her “town and
country.”  ‘Cause one eye’s looking to town and one eye’s looking to

I’m having a hard time, and trying to joke.  But to be honest, I’m trying really hard not to cry.

OK, to be really honest, I’ve been crying most of the day.

I really hope she makes it home tonight.

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July 25, 2008 at 10:54 pm

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