Well, here it is 11 days after Greta died and I still haven't written much. I guess I've just been too sad and I was afraid it would be too hard. As it is even now, I'm afraid I will starting crying, but I will try.

I'll start with her story. Greta was found on an army base in Kansas by a soldier stationed there. But he was going to be deployed and could not take her with him.  He knew a lady in Bedford, Cindy Ward, who happened to know me from the library. She had often walked past my office and commented on all of my Dachshund stuff. She had a Dachshund, too, and we would chat about them. At that time, I still had Sophie. 

Now I can't remember if she saw me there or called me or what, but she let me know about this Dachshund in Kansas who needed a home. I think the soldier's wife was bringing back Greta (at that time called "Tootsie Roll" !!) to Bedford but her family didn't want her or something. I'm not entirely sure how she got to Bedford. Susan and I went out to Cindy's house and met Greta. She was a young, red, female mini Dachshund. Nice looking Dachshie. We took her home to "try it out". Ha. We know how that ended!

She rode well in the car, and we took her to Mom and Dad's to show them. I'll never forget that Dad was on the phone in the kitchen talking to Watson Pearson, and he said, "Hell's fire" or something like that when I walked in carrying Greta in my arms.  I took her in to show Mom, who was watching TV in her bedroom.

We took her home that night. All I remember is trying to put her in a crate at bedtime and she would have nothing to do with it!  So....she slept in bed with me and Sophie and that was that. She slept with me every night after that until she died. 

This was the very first picture I took of her in our home at Oolitic.

She was a beautiful Dachshund!

As I held her in my arms in the car in the parking lot of IndyVet on her last day, I told her her story one last time.