My Dear Cheyenne

by Lori
(Oregon)

Cheyenne was a purebred St. Bernard that I miss very much. I got her when she was 12 weeks old from an in law that suckered me into buying her. She was an adorable little fuzzball and had a spot right in the center of her head.

Cheyenne was very picky when it came to eating and from the time she was a puppy I would sit on the floor and feed her out of my hand. I did this until I finally found a food she would eat on her own.

9 years later, when Cheyenne stopped eating, I found myself again on the floor trying to feed her out of my hand. When she was diagnosed with cancer it was an absolutely horrible day.

The last time she went to the vet, I left there without her. Only to receive her in a box which will forever be displayed in my home as my best friend in the world.