The down, really down, is that August 8, 2016, Isabella was diagnosed with liver cancer that had metastasized to her lungs. We were treating her for sarcopic mange and suddenly she got very ill. She could hardly breathe. We rushed to the vet early that morning after a horrible night of her suffering, and we had to make the decision to euthanize her.
My reaction was almost constant microbursts of crying. Then I knew my only solution was to get another dog. Now.
My husband’s reaction was to completely, thoroughly withdraw. He called the dog’s name in his dreams.
He would not hear of another dog, not for one or two weeks, he said. So I waited a week before I showed him the online picture of a four-year-old terrier mix that had Izzy’s eyes, her color except for black markings, her size.
Our non-communication continued for another week, and that was as unbearable as my little dog’s death because I needed to talk about the new dog. I needed that dog, and she needed me, but we hardly spoke.
I began praying the rosary for his healing and my getting the dog. And you know, it began to work.
I had found another little dog, a puppy, that I was really torn over. So adorable! But after talking to the foster mother, I knew we couldn’t take her unhousebroken. It would never work living in the basement in a tiny apartment with winter ahead.
I was ecstatic; the decision had been made and I didn’t have to keep torturing myself over it. Then after I asked her opinion my mom wrote back that the puppy would eventually be adopted, but Mercy needs me. She also said she didn’t like the name Mercy. Ah, back to that. I ran through the alphabet yet again and suddenly there was the name, right in front of me: SEFINA. The name after the name Yeshua gave his dog in my book. Sefina, or Zeffy for short. I felt overwhelmingly relieved and happy. I didn’t ask my husband, who is totally uninvolved. Instead I went to my bank and took out a bunch of money to pay for my dental appointment tomorrow, the dog’s adoption fee, and extra money to buy some of the things she requires. One thing was a name tag with my name and phone. So I went to the vet and had it made right then and there, on a bright green bone-shaped tag: SEFINA.
And on the back, SYLVAIN 207 and our number. That’s a commitment.
I bought a black collar, not the best quality, and a black leash, food and water bowls, treats, chew bone, rope chew, Iams and Cesar food… it’s packed in the car, but I have the name tag in my wallet.
Sefina lives! She lives!
Now let’s hope we pass the home visit and she’s really going to be mine. I am going to send a money order, I think, instead of PayPal…I don’t know. We’ll see. I can hardly wait until Sunday’s visit and approval to proceed. Then it’s a 3.5 hour drive down to pick her up and the same back, possibly alone. Hopefully alone.
Sefina, here I come.