|I know what you're thinking... "Why isn't she red?" But, in my youth I actually did not associate 'ginger' with red (shocking considering who I now live with, I know). Plus I was hoping my sister would name the other cat Fred, and then we'd have Fred and Ginger. We were ballerinas.. It would have been totally cute. But she went with Mittens : /|
We've all been there, I'm sure. I really thought this wouldn't be too difficult for me... But it was. Even though we think we've grown up and moved on, we sometimes must face the fact that we really are still kids in our heart of hearts; especially with something like losing a piece of your childhood.
Ginger had a pretty great life. She was found under a bag of fertilizer after being locked away from her Mama for a few days. Once my dad brought her and her furry siblings into the house, it was very clear that they were never leaving as they immediately filled the cat shaped holes that had been plaguing the hearts of my sister and me.
And I know, as mothers, we should not have played favorites, but we did. My sister, in fact, disliked Ginger tremendously. Most people did, actually, because she was totally cantankerous, especially in the end. But not me. Ginger would always be my baby, no matter how grouchy she was. (Plus, she was totally litter box trained before Mittens, which obviously made her the smarter of the two.)
|Her civic duties were always very important to her.|
We had so many great years with them and really were devastated when Mittens got sick and passed away a few years ago. Since the two had been together forever, we assumed Ginger would take his passing really hard, and may in fact get sick herself. But, she didn't (further adding to her stance as a bit of a cold, uncaring, grump I suppose). Ginger in fact hung on until the ripe old age of (very nearly) 16 years old.
But, crotchity though she was, Ginger managed to worm her way into the heart of my two year old niece, Maddie, who always asks to talk to Ginger on Skype (and who in fact calls all the other cats Ginger until you correct her).
|Ok, you got me. This is in fact not Ginger. But this is Ivan, the cat my sister (who claims to not like Ginger) got when she moved out. Yes, he is an exact replica... only bigger. You tell me what that says about her true feelings for Ginger.|
|See... I told you.. exact replica... Only a whole bunch bigger.|
Texting conversation I had with my cousin after I told him the news:
Matt: Aww sad day. It's the end of an era! How old was she?
Me: 16! Old girl really hung on for a while.
Matt: Perhaps it's fate that bye, bye, bye came on right after you shared the news.
Me: Ginger was definitely an *NSYNC fan, so probably.
Matt: Could you "tell me why?"
Me. I couldn't. Because as you know, I was a Backstreet Girl, and I can "tell you why", it was because of Brian. He was my favorite.
Ginger probably liked *NSYNC because of Justin Timberlake.
Good bye, sweet Ginger. We will all miss you <3