R.I.P. Ginger

I'm back from Hawaii, about half a shade darker and much more prone to the chilliness in the California air. Hawaii has spoiled me, I'm afraid.

While in Hawaii, just before going to an aquarium in Honolulu, I received a phone call.

My sister called to tell me the (unsurprising) news that my parents had to take our dear old family dog, our forever puppy, to the vet to get put down. At 16, this is hardly shocking. Ginger was completely deaf and blind and losing her sense of smell- she wasn't able to live life like she should be able to.

I knew this was going to happen before I went to Hawaii, and I had taken care to spend more time with Ginger in the weeks before I left. She was truly a part of my family, a piece of the core unit that made up the majority of my memories since I was twelve years old.

Words will never be able to express how much this funny little Dachshund meant to me, but I know that there are people out there who understand.

Rest in peace, Ginger, you will be missed and forever loved.