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| this song is a wav, so give it time to load I'm still working on this page, its going to take me a long time, I can only stand to work it for a short time. |
| Jinger passed away in my arms on 1/11/09. She was my baby in everyway. She would sleep on my pillow with me. I think to her I was her baby. She would wash my hair every night.We would play games with her feet, she didn't like anyone touching her feet but me. If you blow into her face she would dance around the bed, then come push her face to your lips and wait for you to go puff and dance around again. |
| A peace of my heart went with her. I find it hard to make it one day with out looking for her to be under my feet. Or one day without a tear falling down my face. |
| My love for my dogs runs deep.. I really feel as if I lost my child |
| She was the first one to the door when I would come home, and was not happy till I picked her up. |
| I was not Jingers teacher, she was mine. I know that more now then ever before. |
| Jinger gave more love in one day then most people will ever learn to give in a life time. |
| I was the luckest person in the world to have her love me. What I would not give for just one more day. |
| I always thought my dogs needed me, but now I know its me that need them. |
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| This is the last picture takin of Jinger with her son Buddy. Buddy is as big as he will get at a pound and a half. Buddy has a heart mummer and will live here with us forever. |
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