A dog named Ginger...

In 2002, for a wedding present

for my soon to be bride

A pet I chose, to give to

her with busting pride

In the pet shop,

a miniature schnauser did pick me

not by running away but

by running right up to me

So I paid for her right then and there,

and picked her up that night after work

you should have seen the crates, food

and toys I could carry - you'd think I went beserk

So home I went with my prize

the present I couldn't wait to give

and rapt our apt door

where on the mat, our pet had come to live

My soon to be wife, opened the door

And screamed with delight,

like never before

she came and hugged me so tight!

And upon examination of the gingerbread men

on her 'kerchief said, "You shall be Ginger"

And there is was, that was how I spent the next ten

years with the women I loved - around their finger

But in 2012, on May 4th, I lost my father

it was devastating and I took care of my old

girl, who now had to have shots and was blind

but who still ran to me with her heart of gold

And three weeks later, on May 23, a day after

my Dad's birthday, Ginger had a stroke that took her

And I cried for the second time that month

as she was on the table, stroking her fur