I remember the day my (now ex-)husband walked through the door with Cheyenne. He had found her abandoned while at work, could not leave her, and brought her home to me. My first reaction was “Oh NO–you have to find her another home because I just got Heidi and Gretchen house trained, and I’m just not ready to go through that again!” About a month later, he told me that he had found a home for her, but I told him that it was too late because I had already bonded with her and was in NO WAY going to get rid of her.
I have to admit, Cheyenne was THE most destructive puppy I had ever had. She chewed the solar cover for the pool, destroyed the seat on my husband’s Harley and even dug into the sheetrock in the basement. I’ll never forget when we came home one Easter Sunday and there she was with her head stuck (and I do mean STUCK) into a wheel and tire. I always wondered how long she had been trapped like that
before we got home.
She had bad hips all her life and never liked to swim with us, but she would sit contentedly on the steps of the pool, cooling off and watching us. Cheyenne always loved children and whenever relatives or friends brought their children to swim, she would exhaust herself running around the pool. At times, we were forced to put her into the basement because we were afraid that she would be so hot and exhausted that she might actually die. She lost several teeth, attempting to chew her way through the basement door, trying to get back out there with us.
In December 1994, my Mother came to live with us because she was dying with cancer. My Mom had always been adverse to any animal and never even allowed us kids to even have a yard dog. Here we were with three dogs…I really was apprehensive about how it would work out. However, it was not long at all before Cheyenne stole my Mom’s heart. I never thought I would see THAT DAY!haha One of the most endearing things Chey would do was to lie down and rest her head on your feet. My Mom loved that too. Through the years, Cheyenne had many health problems but never lost her spunk…even after
taking chemo for 5 months.
When she was 10 years old, my husband and I went through what I will term as a very nasty break-up and our lives were changed forever. Once it was just us “girlies”, Chey became very adverse to men and I really had to work with her to keep her from being too aggressive toward them. She was a very good girl and was so obedient, I was amazed myself.
The last three years of her life, Chey was my constant companion, protector and comforter. I don’t think I would have survived everything that I did if not for her. I thank God for blessing me with this special little creature and for keeping her with me when I needed something warm and breathing to hold on to. Sadly, Cheyenne had a stroke and I had to have her PTS on 3/8/2007. I will carry her love and joy with me until we meet again. She truly was FUR COVERED LOVE.
I Love you CheyChey,
| Cheyenne |
| Donna Allen |