Alighting from the taxi I walked towards Ginger's grave. All eight years of her is now reduced to a patch of fresh earth, her smiles gone, her barks forever silenced.
"I don't want another indoor dog. The loss is too painful." I declared to the world at large after planting some pretty flowers at Ginger's grave. Rachel (Serena's daughter) watered the flowers, her eyes a little moist.
Jet lag and the recovery from the flu and cough kept me fatigued for the next two weeks. Strange. I used to recover pretty quickly from the flu. |
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One month later, my Significant Other (Bless his soul) picked up a little white puppy from a pet shop. She was the scrawniest puppy this side of the peninsular.
Her name is Jody.
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