Photos by Lorraine Castaneda | The Doane Owl
Lorraine and her dog Ginger celebrate her 16th birthday with a cake and party with her dog friends.
I miss my dog. My 16-year-old dog, Ginger, is unfortunately back at home. Usually when we’re getting close to finals or towards the end of the semester, I start missing home. But my dog? I miss her all the time. Every time I see a dog walking on campus or even Georgie, cuz he kind of looks like her, I remember Ginger.
Whenever I say I miss her, everyone always says that I should bring her here, but even though I love her, I know she could never be here, she loves all of my family members who are always home, so if she were to be here with me, she would be sad because she’d miss all of them.
And I know it’s weird to say a dog can have such feelings, but she has shown us multiple times how much she loves us and misses us. For example, whenever my dad travels, she sleeps by the door until he comes back, when my sister went to college, she slept by her door for months, when I left, she did the same, eventually she gets used to knowing we come and go and somehow manages to make us happy even from a distance.
She’s been my dog/best friend since I was three years old. She was the first puppy of my neighbor’s dog. SHe didn’t have space for more dogs so she gave her to us. This was the beginning of my relationship with the best dog in the world.
Ginger has somehow learned how to make every day better. She’s always happy and ALWAYS wants to be with us, especially when it rains because she gets scared and feels like she has to protect everyone, even though she’s a tiny little dog.
When she was a baby, she could only sleep if she had one of us next to her, it was the cutest thing ever. She eventually grew out of it, but still, she has always had so much love for us.
I really miss her. Thankfully, I’ll get to see her for a couple weeks soon so for now, here are some pictures.
