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It's all about the dogs
Memorials
Nelson started his journey into our home and into our hearts in 2004.  He was found wandering the streets
of Bolcow Missouri and he is now on his final journey across the Rainbow Bridge (July 19)

He was part of our home for 14 years and we no longer can experience the joy of taking him on walks,
watching him guard his backyard territory, digging in the mulch to hide bones, or even of his basking for a
nap in the sun shining through the parlor windows.

In June it was determined that he had bladder cancer.  The vet recommended "quality of life" treatment of
chemo and medication. Nelson was a fighter and his spirit was willing to wage war against this terrible
disease but his body could not tolerate the toll of treatment and of old age. We made the decision to end
treatment and held his frail body as he took his last breath.

He no longer feels pain and is probably happy playing with his brother Willie who crossed the bridge 2 years
ago.  But our pain has just started and the house is so empty.  The tears flow freely wherever we look.  I do
not think that even time will heal this wound.  But Nelson is now our "Guardian Angel.."

WE MISS YOU NELSON

Carl and Camille Munson
July 3, 2005 Jesse, Thomas, James and I embarked on a 14 hour road trip that somehow turned into a
24 hour road trip to pick up the little girl that I had so longed for. I'll never forget swaddling her 6
pounds of red fur in a pink baby blanket for the ride home. From the moment we brought her home she
fit right in. From the $.05 bouncy ball that cost $2,000 for a bowel resection to eating all of my
homemade Christmas pies, Ginger kept us on our feet. To this day, I don't think we have ever been
able to bring home fresh apple cider donuts without her finding them and eating them within minutes. I
loved watching her creative ways to open the fridge, climb on the kitchen table, push kitchen chairs
around to climb onto the counters and most recently pulling off the tablecloth to gain access to
delicious leftovers. She loves her brothers and sisters and would gladly be a pony or a step stool in
exchange for a belly rub. Sure she was a stinky ball of yeast that slobbered and left fur everywhere,
but she was our soft and beautiful first little girl. Solicitors would run when they heard her and visitors
would smile when they saw her. To know her was to love her even if she had just eaten the dinner you
worked so hard to prepare. Ginger is now free from pain, eating all the pies and burgers she wants in
heaven and I am sure Stuart was waiting to greet her on the other side of the rainbow bridge. Until we
meet again my sweet little girl.
Rest In Peace Ginger Luann 5/25/05-7/28/17

Erica Price-Mora