so long ginger

my friend's pitbull died. ginger was 12 years old, the same age as ruby and just as arthritic as ruby. to know jimmy and ginger was to love them. jimmy had never owned a dog until his irresponsible son came home with a pitbull and quickly lost interest in the dog leaving jimmy to pick up the pieces. for the first few weeks ginger drove jimmy crazy but then she won him over and a long love affair began.

jimmy was a techie at the cracker factory but he didn't really have a great work ethic. he was about 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighed about 350 pounds and most of that weight came from drinking beer. jimmy was poor until his mother in law died and left his wife a good chunk of money. the first thing jimmy did was quit the cracker factory and buy a house with a swimming pool. jimmy would drink beer on an air mattress in the pool while ginger laid on the edge of the pool and would take a dip when she felt like cooling off. jimmy had a shitty little car but once he came into money he went and bought a crown victoria for him and ginger. everywhere jimmy went, ginger was sure to follow. most people at the cracker factory thought jimmy was a deadbeat but i always thought he had style. jimmy's cup was always half full.

jimmy has been in mourning for the past month and broke down a few times when i called him yesterday. his wife did most of the work looking after ginger's physical needs while jimmy looked after her spiritual needs and now she won't let jimmy get another dog. before we adopted ruby i had nothing good to say about pitbulls, thinking they were vicious lunatics that did nothing but cause trouble but like jimmy, my heart was won over by an orphaned pitbull.

goodbye ginger, you will not be forgotten as long as jimmy draws breath.

i love you sons of bitches.