On August 2nd, I help Ginger say goodbye. It was a very difficult decision but her bad days outnumbered her good. Her quality of life over the last several weeks had declined and after much thought we decided it was time. She is at peace; no longer breathing hard; in pain or just plain uncomfortable. She enjoyed a lot of people food her last days: pbj sandwich; chicken and mashed potatoes; pizza hut pizza and a lot of treats.