On August 31, 2020 we lost our beloved long hair dachshund. Jethro was frolicking, which was his daily escape from the confines of our yard. Running back and forth along the fences of his dog friends, they were perhaps having their daily meeting. They would bark—he would bark.
Normally, Jethro would come straight home after the meeting—or when we called for him, saying, “Jethro! Greenie!” Greenies, his favorite snack would bring him home, he’d run into the house, sit below the kitchen counter where is greenie jar was, and wait. Once he had snatched the greenie from the hand that feeds him (me), he was off under the dining room table—as if to hide it—and chew it up.
Sadly, when he was doing his most favorite thing at around 11:30 AM, he didn’t come home. Here in Sedona, even the police look for your dog. So, three police officers and the entire neighborhood started searching. No Jethro. I was just hanging up the phone from reporting Jethro missing to the chip agency and one of my neighbors came to the door. Marie said, “I found him. It’s not good. I called him and he didn’t respond.”
I ran frantically, as fast as I could. There he was, lying on his side, peacefully in Marie’s rock bed used for drainage. When I saw him, I wept as I scooped him up, brought him home, wrapped him in large towels, and put him in my garage refrigerator. Scott didn’t quite understand what had happened until the next day. But I went out several times, moved the blanket off his face and loved on him, grieving, but thankful we found him before dark and that he died doing his most favorite thing. We assume it was a heart attack at 77 dog years old. We are awaiting his ashes.
The next day, September 1, 2020, I went to my new business for the first time as the owner. I had purchased a successful furniture and art consignment store—including a full time employee—three weeks prior.
A wonderful opportunity had come to me in a most interesting way, just through a conversation with the owner. And as many of you know, decorating and art fall within my God appointed wheelhouse. I feel God placed it before me, because as Scott’s health declines, it will serve as a new way to put me out there in the Sedona world to show God’s love to clients. My new venture has improved our relationship immensely because now I’m not the one telling Scott what not to do and helping him with daily activities that he doesn’t want help with—making him mad and frustrating me. A lovely Christian care giver comes on the days I work and he likes her a lot. God is good!