Dear you,
Just about every picture I have of you is blurry. All except for two I took when I started to get more into photography right before you died, anyway. It’s been three years and I’ve decided it’s finally time for me to let you go. Here’s some things I want to say to you before I do.
I haven’t had dog hair on me since, and it feels wrong.
I wish you had chosen to sleep with me and Patrick the last night I saw you, the day before you died.
You were so docile around my stranger friends and I wished I had recognized that something was wrong.
Theo is great. And he’s adorable. But he isn’t you.
We basically grew up together and nothing can take that from me.
You are the best friend I’ve ever had and nothing will ever change about that.
Thank you for helping me grow up, kid.
Thank you for keeping all of my secrets, even the one’s I’ve never said out loud.
I hope that you’d be proud of me because I’m out now. I even wrote an article about coming out. It’s not our little secret anymore. Forgive me.
Thank you for letting me lay next to you, even when you didn’t want me to.
Thank you for laying next to me, even when I didn’t want you to.
I cherish the blurry pictures and the memories.
I wish I could take you everywhere in the world with me.
I love you.
I miss you.
I have to let you go now.
Rest easy Ginger’s Wizard of Oz.


















