In Memory of Cheyenne 1993-2009
In 1994 when Kevin and I were newly married, we ran a small remodeling business. We were working in a suburb of Cleveland doing a set of front steps for a homeowner. Rebuilding steps takes a great deal of concentration to get them right.
A man walking by said hey, do you live here? Kevin said no and continued to work. The man starts to talk again and I said that I’d talk to him. As I turn around I see a man, his young daughter, and a very furry dog. The man tells me that they found the dog and are trying to find his home. His daughter wants to keep him. I explain that we do not live here but are just working on the house. He said that if they couldn’t find the dog’s home they would take him to the shelter.
At the mention of taking the dog to the shelter, Kevin turns around. He proceeds to pet the dog and tells the man that if they can’t find the dog’s home, that we will take the dog. Later that afternoon when we are home the man calls and said that they would be bringing the dog to us.
We had moved into the home a month earlier and had talked about getting a fence installed and then getting a dog. Well, here we were with a dog and no fence.
We immediately took the dog to the vet. Kevin thought he had a 2-year-old 50-pound dog. Well, he was half right. Cheyenne was 50 pounds but only 4-6 months old because he didn’t have all his adult teeth yet. We thought that Cheyenne was a mix of Alaskan Malamute and Golden Retriever.
Cheyenne hated cars. Wouldn’t get in one. We figure he was thrown out of one. He would come to love cars and going for rides.
Cheyenne was Kevin’s dog until I got sick in 2005 with Transverse Myelitis. Cheyenne then adopted me! He wouldn’t leave my side.
One day our daughter was in our pop-up camper outside with her friends having a sleepover. Cheyenne slept at the door to the camper to keep them safe. As I was bringing the girls breakfast I said – girls, do not look out the door – DUH! Of course, they did. Cheyenne had caught an opossum that had tried to get to HIS girls.
One day we came downstairs and found Cheyenne laying down. He couldn’t get up. He was 15. I called the vet but our regular vet wasn’t working that day. I called Kevin at work and told him. He called the vet and asked them to call Dr. Kelly at home. Dr. Kelly came to our house later that day to put Cheyenne down. She cried as hard as we did because she had been his vet for almost all his life.
Cheyenne loved snow. He would sit on our picnic table and face into the wind and let the snow blow over him.
For Cheyenne’s last “meal” I got him 3 big bowls of fresh snow. He loved it.
We will always remember Cheyenne as our “big dog”.
Seamus - Golden Retriever 4/22/2015 -
Sonny - Corgi/Golden Retriever mix 5/2/2009 -
Daisy Mae - Corgi/Yellow Labrador Retriever 6/5/1998-12/17/2014
Ralph - Beagle/Basset Hound Mix Came to us as an adult August 1994 - 5/17/2003
Cheyenne - Alaskan Malamute/Golden Retriever cross 10/25/1993 - 2/4/2008