Sunday, September 24, 2006
Precious Pets
Ever since I can remember I have always had at least one pet. My dad bred black
labradors and living on a farm we always had a never-ending supply of stray cats/
kittens. At first many were wild and would hiss and scratch at us but I didn't care, I
knew in time they would come around.My favorite pet of all time was a golden retriever
lab mix named Ginger. She was beloved by every member of our family. One day Ginger disappeared, we had raised her from a puppy and she was now about 9 years old.It wasn't like her to run off and my next oldest brother(I am the youngest) and I would get home from school and immediately go looking for Ginger. This went on for weeks and I remember one evening after dark , my dad with flashlight in hand, searching our nearby cornfield,us 2 kids walking behind him suddenly stopped and held us kids back. With a sorrow in his voice, he said "kids it's time to go home". "I have found Ginger
and she won't be coming home again". Not one word was spoken all the way home and we didn't speak her name till many months later.It was too painful for all of us. Almost a year later a teenaged neighbor girl admitted to hitting Ginger with her car. She was too scared and heart-broken to tell us. We learned right then the meaning of forgiveness, and to this day I still get teary -eyed thinking about our beautiful Ginger.
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labradors and living on a farm we always had a never-ending supply of stray cats/
kittens. At first many were wild and would hiss and scratch at us but I didn't care, I
knew in time they would come around.My favorite pet of all time was a golden retriever
lab mix named Ginger. She was beloved by every member of our family. One day Ginger disappeared, we had raised her from a puppy and she was now about 9 years old.It wasn't like her to run off and my next oldest brother(I am the youngest) and I would get home from school and immediately go looking for Ginger. This went on for weeks and I remember one evening after dark , my dad with flashlight in hand, searching our nearby cornfield,us 2 kids walking behind him suddenly stopped and held us kids back. With a sorrow in his voice, he said "kids it's time to go home". "I have found Ginger
and she won't be coming home again". Not one word was spoken all the way home and we didn't speak her name till many months later.It was too painful for all of us. Almost a year later a teenaged neighbor girl admitted to hitting Ginger with her car. She was too scared and heart-broken to tell us. We learned right then the meaning of forgiveness, and to this day I still get teary -eyed thinking about our beautiful Ginger.
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