When I left for work yesterday, our neighbor stopped me in the hall to ask “How’s Cheyenne doing?”
It took my breath away. I thought everyone knew.
I told him that she had to be put down in February, bone cancer ant it went quickly and that I was blessed to have 11 and a half years with her. He just looked sad.
I proceeded to cry all the way to work. 2 months later and it still hurts so much.
For the longest time, it was just Chey and I. She was my rock, the one thing that loved me unconditionally and that would never leave me. We used to have long discussions about how she would stay by my side until there were someone else there to protect me and care for me. She wouldn’t leave me until I was married. In the hours before we put her down while I was laying with her on my bed, even though she was in terrible pain, she kept picking her head up to look at Stephen. Literally every few minutes she would look up and over at him, make eye contact to be sure he was there.
The day after she passed, Stephen and I were on the balcony. I was crying. I looked at him and laughed and I said “you know you have to marry me now” He smiled and said, “I know, we (Cheyenne) and I had a long talk about it, don’t worry.”
It feels empty without her here. I miss her every day. But I do know that she waited for me until the time was right. She know I would be safe and secure with Stephen. She knew he would take care of me. Great Danes just don’t live for almost 12 years. She was my greatest love and I am forever grateful for her loyalty.