I was browsing through a few older posts, and noticed this one I’d written two years ago today.
So funny how time can prove things wrong. Ginger’s still alive, and just turned 12. Granted she’s going deaf, and might be a little blind too, and might be having mini-strokes, and has arthritis in her hips, but she’s still pretty spunky, all things considering. I keep hearing gloom and doom from my dad and stepmom about her, but we spent nearly a week visiting over Christmas and she seemed in decent shape, all things considering. And still, no sign of that tumor returning. Yay!