The dog died under a fallen fence in a thunder storm. Marley suspected that Ginger hadn’t been ready to go. Sure enough, they met up in Marley’s dreams. Often, Ginger had advice. It was like old times, minus the vet bills, though it was odd to hear Ginger talking.
Their discussions got uncomfortable when Marley started dating a colleague. Ginger had strong opinions about clandestine office romances.
Marley reminded Ginger that she herself had been guilty of digging under the fence to meet a handsome Doberman.
Ginger wept big doggie tears. “If I hadn’t been digging, I’d still be alive.”
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