My Guardian Ginny

From: Jessica Marine (lil_marine@hotmail.com)
Story type: Angel
Location: Beaver Dam, Wisconsin
Source: Form Submission

When I was in 5th grade, my Mother got me a dog. I named her Ginny, and it was love at first sight. Ginny and I were always together. One sunny afternoon, when I got home from school, I walked into the kitchen and saw that my Father had left the house with the corn still boiling on the stove, and my sweet Ginny was no where to be found. My Father came into the house 20 minutes later, he was crying. When he was cooking dinner he had left the back door open. My innocent dog had ran into the street and got hit by an oncoming truck. She died. I was heartbroken. I hardly ate or slept for about 3 days.

Then one night, when I was sitting in my kitchen holding my dog's collar, I felt a presence. I suddenly felt as if something had gone right through me. I got the chills and felt very cold for about 5 seconds. After this, I felt so relieved. As if a big weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I knew it had to be Ginny. She wanted to let me know that she was watching over me and that everything would be alright. Now, when I'm feeling down, I think about my dog and I feel better. My dog is watching over me.