Losing My Best Friend

Losing My Best Friend

Okay, before I start I would like to note that tears are sort of blurring my eyes, so if what I write doesn’t make sense that’s why. And if what I say sounds cold or disconnected, it’s not because I’m unfeeling, it’s just how I’m coping. I don’t like to talk about my emotions.

Tonight our beloved dog died. Her name was Ginger. She was a pug/jack Russel terrier mix. She hated anything new. Loved having the ridge between her eyes rubbed. She was my most trusted confidant. She was my best friend. I loved her so much.Ginger

This picture is from a few years ago. She was five. Mac was, obviously, just a pup.

She loved to just lay with you. I’m not big on touch, but there was always something comforting about having her stretched out beside me as I worked on school or read a book. She would lay there so patiently when I would rant about whatever I was upset about. If I ranted for to long she would start to look worried, like she was worried I was mad at her.

And sometimes she was super annoying. Like all dogs. She would do the stupidest things. I’m going to miss that.

I could go on forever. But I think that’s all I’ll say tonight.