So long, Ginger

Ginger, the day care dog beloved by 14 years of children, died last night.  She was the closest thing our kids had to their own pet.  When Liam was a baby, she used to thoroughly sniff him every morning to make sure he was okay.  By the time Timothy had arrived, Ginger was in retirement, and didn't bother leaving her nest on the couch to sniff him. But she patiently endured his curiosity and an occasional over-excited pinch.  Liam accepted the news with great sobriety, but no drama.