Sometimes it is that external existence that gives you purpose. I owe my life to Ginger. I have struggled so much over the past few months. I came close to ending it, but now I have a companion and friend who I love and want her to thrive. She was a rescue, but then she was rehomed with me. She gives me purpose again to thrive and live so I can provide for her. I want her to be happy, to feel loved. I may no longer feel that, but I know that I have it in my heart to give it to her. So many are despairing these days but she gives me love and hope.
I love when she wakes me in the morning. I love when we go for our walks. She has the hots for our neighbor’s dog Cooper. She whines a lot hoping to go and play with him, but in the end, she is loving and in turn gives me reason to push forward.
Ginger I love you and will do what I can to make your life special.
My heart to your heart, one heart, one spirit.