RIP Gingersnap

My family's dog since I was in high school, Gingersnap, was put down this morning at 9:30.  Ginger was a big sweetie with a very expressive face, stubby legs with big paws, and a wagging tail that would beat you half to death.  She was diagnosed with lymphoma last spring, and although she lived well with it for several months, she was starting to obviously suffer for most of the time.  I wasn't there, but my parents and my sister were--the same ones who first picked her out at the animal shelter.  She was the sweetest little pound puppy ever and she will be sorely missed.