Ginger
Ginger was the sweetest dog I’ve ever met. When I was a kid, I would tell people she was part wolf because she resembled one so much. I used to chase her around the back yard, both of us running full tilt. When we got tired of that we’d just walk side by side. I’d pretend I was out in the wilderness with a wild but kind wolf at my side. She lived for about 17 or 18 years and I was lucky enough to be there for most of them.
