Ginger, My Wild Boy, behave yourself at the rainbow bridge :) Options

[gingerspal]

Dear Ginger,
I hope that all my friends that I have made at Lightning Strike will scroll down to take a look at your photos. If it were not for them I would still be crying. But, they have lost their friends too, and because they know how much I miss you, by way of commaradarie, I have been healing.
I have the hardest time explaining all your many ways! You were a cat that at first "bit the hand that fed him". How I put up with you in the beginning is beyond me....but what a prize I had in the end. You know it wasn't easy apologizing for you all the time. And remember how people thought that sign on the fence was a "joke"? (ha-ha! go ahead and pet him and see if it is a joke! ) How about when you would hiss at all the children who came to the door? Remember when you nearly ran down Dave's grandchild in the backyard, like she was a gazelle and you were a puma? Yeah, you didn't make big points that day. And Spencer still has a scar on his arm, having "visited" you declaring later: "I don't think Ginger likes me very much". Well, that was the trouble, you looked so "inviting" to those who did not know you. How is it I could fall so in love with such an irksome cat?? I don't know. Maybe precisely because you were hard to love at first. I didn't set out to love you so much. And you did love me after I wouldn't give up. Because I always knew that I could convince you that I was your "Mommy" and that I would never hurt you no matter what you did. That is especially WHY I was so upset with how it all ended. Because I would NEVER have hurt you for anything in the world. Well. Buddy, it hasn't really ended either, because when I look at your pictures I know you are still here with me. I sure do miss your sweet face and inexplicitly I miss your cranky attitude. I guess maybe I even miss having to apologize for you. Don't you be devouring any squirrels or birds at the rainbow bridge---ok?? You be a good boy, and I will see you when I get there.
Love,
Mommy

[gingerspal]

This is the page of a small book that I keep open on top of Ginger's blanket. I will always be able to hold the thought very dear, that I was part of the reason he could take a chance on another human being after having been obviously abused by someone in the past. I never wanted to scold him for fear he would misunderstand and think I didn't love him. I loved him despite his wayward ways. I loved him the way he was.
I miss you, Ginger.