Cheyenne was a special, dear dog.  Her breed was Siberian Husky.  She had all of the traits of a typical Siberian, stubborness, liked to dig holes in the yard, very vocal.  But, on the other hand, she was very affectionate, loving, always wanted to be with us.  She loved going in the car.  We took her everywhere we could.  She would happily hop in the back of the CRV and off we would go!  During the winter months, she would happily wait in the car until we would come out of the restaurant or store.  Cheyenne had separation anxiety--she did not like being away from us at all.  This did not cause a problem, though, because we would take her with us, and I was usually home all day.  Cheyenne loved her walks like all dogs.  We would go back to the duck pond and feed the ducks--this was one of her favorite things.



Cheyenne was a very good dog.  From the time we got her at 14 weeks of age until her death at 9 1/2 years she did not cause a bit of trouble, and being a Siberian Husky, this is unusual!



Cheyenne did not live long enough.  Like the old saying says "the good die young".  Even though 9 1/2 isn't exactly young for a dog, but it was much too soon.  We had no idea Cheyenne was sick.  She showed absolutely no signs of her illness.  The day before she died, we walked, she ate very well, as she usually did, she slept well, she did not show any discomfort.  The next morning she could not get up.  She just layed there, listless, breathing heavily.  We rushed her to her vet.  After xrays and an exam, the vet gave us the bad news.  Cheyenne had a very aggressive cancer and spots on her lungs that were probably the cancer metastasising.  Needless to say, we were shocked and extremely sad.  The vet told us that Cheyenne was very sick.  We decided that the best thing for Cheyenne was to let her go to the other side of the rainbow.  The last thing we wanted to see was our dear, dear dog suffer.  We stayed while she was put to sleep.  We hugged her, held her, cried and said our goodbyes.  I told her we would meet again someday.  It was very peaceful.



It has been two days since Cheyenne passed and it stills hurts so much.  I swear I can still hear her vocalizing when we walk up to the front door after being out for dinner.  I still think I have to put clean water in her bowl, but then it dawns on me, she isn't here anymore.  My husband said to me, "I wonder if dogs can be spirits?"  I truely feel like she is still with us--she is with us in our hearts, and she always will be.  After the hurt subsides and we get another new canine friend, Cheyenne will still have a very special place in our hearts and minds.



We miss you Cheyenne--we miss you alot.



Love,

Mom, Dad, and Dianna