JoAnn,
I'm sorry I haven't written. The last month has not been good since I wrote. I've been very upset. My little Ginger is gone . . .she's at the Rainbow Bridge. It appears the cancer was probably in her liver when we started the treatment, so the chemo was too late. And actually, the chemo was working on the bladder tumor because the bladder tumor had shrunk.
So here's the story of the last month. First, her tail and bladder infection were healing just fine, and she seemed to be doing really well. The ultrasound showed the bladder cancer had shrunk. But then out of the blue, she stopped eating, and had some vomiting and diarrhea. We tried some different medicines for her GI tract and to manage nausea, and they seemed to work briefly. Daily, I was searching for something new for her to eat with a little success to get her to eat a little. Then she stopped eating again and would hardly drink anything. Blood tests then showed that her liver was not doing well. She refused to eat, no matter what. I had to coax her to even to get her to drink a little. Animals do that when they start failing
So I had to make the tough decision . . .I didn't want her to starve to death, and when she wouldn't hardly take water, I knew that it was time. I stayed at home with her for a week, enjoying each day. On March 1, her last day with me, we had a wonderful time. We took a long walk for an hour (she walked slow, but still loved to go out) and she smelled every leaf on the ground. It was a nice afternoon, and we sat outside in the yard in the sun which she loved to do. And the 'big brown truck' even happened to stop, and she ran across the yard barking and chasing it. And then we sat on the couch and I held her while she took a nap. Late that evening, the vet came over, and she went to sleep for the last time in my arms on her couch. First, he gave her a sedative, and she got sleepy. The last thing she did out of the blue was to pick her head up from my arm, look at me, and give me a kiss. I will never forget that. It was the hardest thing I've done, but she deserved it.
The next few days were terrible. Luckly (in retrospect), I had a business trip to Europe from 6 March to 11 March. That really helped me. I'm back home, missing my Ginger terribly. But she's here in spirit and in my heart. I have her ashes in a beautiful oak box with her leash and a piece of her coat, with her picture on the front of it. It is sitting on a little table in the living room right next to her seat on the couch, so she can still watch me in the house as well as the activity outside the window, like she always did every day.
I'm lucky she was with me almost 13 years. I miss her so much. I know one day she'll send another little sheltie along when I'm ready.
I wish the best for you and Lexie. Please keep in touch and let me know how things are going. The following is the email I sent to her friends that night (it was therapeutic to write). There are pictures in it with each section, but they don't copy into this site, so you can't see them. I'm also lucky that I have a "Ginger Book" . . . a scrapbook that I had been maintaining ever since she was a puppy.
Good luck and I'll by praying for you and Lexie!
Frances
Dear Friends and Ginger Friends,
Ginger is now in doggie heaven. She lived every day of her entire life with such enthusiasm, loyalty, and love. Today, it was my turn to listen to her and give that love back to her. She fell asleep for the final time in my arms on her couch at home . . . with the two things she loved the most . . .her "Mom" and her "home" . . .her two favorite words.
While I know Ginger's friends will remember her for one of her little personality traits or another, I wanted to share a few pictures from the past year. I hope you look at them and smile.
Thank you for being Ginger's friend and mine! And give your doggies, cats, other pets, and loved ones an extra hug from me and Ginger.
:-)
Frances
Ginger
June 15, 1993 – March 1, 2006
The cutest, sweetest, smartest, most loyal little Sheltie in the whole wide world with a heart of gold and a strong will and mind of her own.
One of Ginger's nicknames was "Snow Doggie." She loved the snow so much. She chased snowballs. And she would sit down in the snow and eat it, while Mom would freeze. She hated the rain, but she loved the snow.
Another one of Ginger's nicknames was "Couch Doggie." Ginger's favorite daytime spot was on the couch. She'd keep an eye on the window, barking at the big brown truck, dogs, someone opening a curtain or window across the street, and at the same time watching whereever her Mom went in the house. One side of the couch was Ginger's and the other side was Mom's. She'd sit on Mom's side when she wanted attention. And when her Mom came to sit down, she'd get up and move to her side without even being asked.
You have to laugh at her favorite place to sleep . . .curled up behind the toilet. She never got a nickname for this. She started sleeping there when she was 6 months old after we put her training crate away. I guess she felt safe curled up there. It was so cute. Her head and legs would be curled around the back of it. Now the funniest thing to see was when she was curled up behind the toilet and she heard you sneeze. It was hilarious to see her get up and back up out of there as fast as she could so she could bark at you and run circles around you for sneezing! Ginger's house rule was "no sneezing"!
Some of Ginger's other nicknames were "Ginger Muffin," "Miss Ginger," "Sweet Pea," "Ginger Puppy," and "Miss Princess." And of course, Ginger's favorite nickname was "Momma's Girl." She was a Momma's girl from the first day she came home. She always was and always will be!