Losing my sweet dog

I have not wanted to write this post.

Writing the words would make it true.

There is no escaping that my sweet Ginny is gone.

Eight days after my post  Loving an old dog she collapsed and died.

Probably a  heart attack.  Possibly a stroke.

It doesn’t matter.  She is gone.

Ginny jumped in my lap in the car. Something spooked her. Fortunately, the car was parked.  ~Photo Lori Greer in Portland

My sweet Ginny

She was always with me patiently waiting in the car while I ran errands, going on walks, strolling though Home Depot, sunning herself on the patio and, in the last few months, sleeping by the fire.

I miss that sweet face, that wagging tail, her big head resting in my lap.

I miss hugging her and talking to her.

I miss taking care of her.

I miss her.