Yestarday, my dog Ginger died. It was very unexpected as I had taken her to the vet less than two weeks ago. I told the vet that she had a spell where she fell down and I thought that she had quit breathing. He told me that she just had an ear infection and gave her a shot and gave me some antibiotics, ear drops, and a flea pill because she had fleas terribly. I have always used the liquid that you put on their back but it had quit working so my vet told me to try the pill-they have had great response from them and the fleas had gotten used to the other flea medicine. I'm not sure what happened but on Saturday, I gave her a bath and cut her hair and made her all pretty. She did not like to have this done but she usually pranced around after you had done it. This time was different, I gave her her pill for fleas with her meal (as instructed) and about an hour later she was panting terribly. At 10:30p.m. there is no where to go. I went on line to see what could be wrong--I thought that maybe she was too cold from the bath. She seemed to be getting better after a couple of hours of holding her in the blanket on my lap--and she wanted down. I placed her on the floor and she went under the couch. Usually this is where she goes to hide from getting a bath. I heard a howl and by the time I pulled the couch away from the wall she was no longer breathing. Ginger was 12 years old. I have cryed ever since she has died and I cannot believe how utterly sad I am. The day we got her was not a day we planned to purchase a pet. I was out shopping and decided to go to the pet store, just to look at the babies. There she was, it truely was love at first sight. I did not have the money to buy her so I went home and begged my husband to let me have her and to go back right away to get her. It was such a strange thing the bond that I had from her from the instant I saw her.
I miss her so much, even her annoying things she did like following me so close that she almost tripped me when I was trying to cook on the stove (she always kept any dropped food cleaned up). I am greiving for her more than I have some of my relatives that I have lost--I loved her very much and there is such a void that only my Ginger can fill. I hope and pray that she is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. She was the absolute best dog and my love for her has certainly not ended with her death. I feel utterly guilty--should I have pressed the vet or not given her the pill for fleas. I do not even know really what happened and I have not called the vet yet. I can barely talk to my family regarding this and continue to cry. I know this too will get better with time but for now I miss you girl and I love you and I will come and get you when my time comes.