Thursday, November 26, 2009

Goodbye Ginge

Yesterday, the smallest and waggliest member of the Jacobs family, Ginger, died in her sleep. She was a very special little dog and my favourite little old lady (apart from Grandma). Ginger was 14 and a little bit, which is about a bazillion in dog years, but not nearly enough in human years.

She will be missed very much. Right now she is probably chasing her brother Fred in doggy heaven and trying to wrestle her favourite plastic flower pot from him.
Ginger entering into the Christmas spirit

1 comment:

  1. I'm really sorry to hear about your loss of Ginger :(

    The Kramar-Harlow household are very sensitive to such matters, and hope that all the Jacobs are doing well.