Another brick in the Winnie's Wish Walkway from Ginny and Jim, memorializing a treasured pet from their past. Unfortunately, there is no picture of Winter here. They looked high and low but could not find one. Ginny says they lost some pictures in their moves to and from Arizona. But she says this – He is imprinted in my mind – a German Shepherd, all white except for the little bit of yellow-orange on his ears. Now we can all picture him in our minds while reading his story. In Ginny's words:
I dreamed that the pound had a white German Shepherd on its last day. I went in a pouring rain and when I went inside, there he was just like I dreamed. It was love at first sight. He seemed to know I came for him. Winter was the sweetest, kindest dog I had ever known. He even let our little red kittens sit all over him. One night we came home after a family movie outing, and Winter came crawling across the grass leaving a trail of blood behind him. So we called the vet and rushed him into the clinic for surgery. He was almost dead, but I had to make a last ditch effort to save my beloved Winter dog. He died on the operating table. He was torn up inside. He had been shot. It was like he waited to see us one last time before he died. I wish with all my heart I had just wrapped him in my arms and held him so he would have gone looking into my eyes and going toward the light instead of during surgery. I still grieve for my beloved Winter. We were robbed of so many good years with him.
(Well, Ginny, Winter was meant to be with you no matter for how long . . . )
Ginny and Jim – THANK YOU.
See you next week for some (new) puppy pics. Have a great weekend.