Right as I’m typing this, I’m listening to Mark’s show streamed from yesterday. He’s talking about his dog Sprite.

This past Monday, October 22, I had to put my best friend to sleep. It was one the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in my life.

Cheyenne, was an American Eskimo dog. She was a gift to me for Mother’s Day 1992 and she was part of my family for over 15 years. She was with me during the good times and she helped me deal with some of the roughest times in my life. Whenever the chips were down, my little girl was there to lick my face and always had this big smile on her face. I was truly blessed to have this sweet little soul in my life.

I will always remember the good times. Cheyenne loved to go for long walks. It didn’t matter if it was snowing, raining, thundering and lightning. She would get her leash when she saw me put my sneakers on. I would take her hiking and she even had her own little back pack, which I would load up with doggie biscuits and her water bowl. We would then go swimming in the river. I remember one summer when the river was very low due to a lack of rain. There were a ton of crawfish in there. We started walking on the stepping stones across the river to the other side. Cheyenne was right behind us, dodging all the little lobster monstrosity crawfish. She kept trying to nip them through the water. She learned quickly when one of those little guys clipped her on the nose!

Cheyenne loved her “Mighty Dog” dog food, but her favorite food was pizza crusts! Even though she was blind and deaf in her later years, she could smell pizza a mile away. She loved vanilla cupcakes on her birthday.

Cheyenne was also a talented singer–well she would howl at certain songs. There was one song, I called the Chiney Dog Song. When it played, she howled like mad. Also she went crazy with that silly dog-barking Jingle Bells song at Christmas.

She started to become very sick and stopped eating. I didn’t think she would make it through the weekend. On Monday, she was still barely alive, and I knew it was her time. I cradled her in my arms wrapped in a warm blanket and kissed her little furry head as my friend drove me to the vets. Even though she was really out of it, blind and deaf, she licked my face as if to say, “Don’t worry, Mom. It’s going to be ok, don’t cry.”

I love you, Cheyenne and I will miss you and never ever forget you as long as I live. We will meet again at Rainbow Bridge and we will go for long walks just like we used and cross the beautiful rivers on the stepping stones. Let’s hope there are no crawfish!

Keren from CT

4 Responses

  1. Mary Ann Says:

    Dear Karen,

    I am so sorry for your loss. That story was beautiful and it made me cry as I look over at
    my sweet little girl, Lucy, will will be 6. I pray that I have her as long as you did sweet Cheyenne. Thanks for sharing and may those great memories keep her in your heart forever.

  2. Tony Says:

    Touching story! GOD bless you & Cheyenne

  3. Marion Says:

    What a beautiful girl, your Cheyenne. I’m crying as I type… Believe me, I know how you feel: I’ve been there too many times with too many of my furry friends, including my own Eskie, Fazzle, back in 1973. It’s so hard, that final trip to the vet. But, it’s an act of love. Maybe we’ll all meet at The Bridge some day, where we’ll all romp with our furry friends. I’ll ask my friends Fazzle, Shadow, Odin, Uncle Odin, and Lady Bug to watch for your Cheyenne and to make her welcome.

    Take care, and know that others care and understand… Marion from NJ

  4. Keren Says:

    I was speechless when I saw a response to my story! Your kind words mean so much to me. I’m still trying to deal with the fact that my baby is gone. I hope that Cheyenne meets up with Fazzle and the others and are playing on the Bridge. Thank you again, Marion. This really made me feel better.