A year ago I said goodbye to my faithful Beagle Bessie.
This week I must pay homage to my constant companion Cheyenne.
She left this world on July 4th to the sounds of fireworks. She was such a gentle soul, it was unseemly that others celebrated while I wept.
Cheyenne came to me as a rejected cancer test animal. She was thin, had a tattoo in her ear (they called her "Seven") and had never stood on grass before. She hated cameras so I never got a good photo of her.
She trully knew how wonderful living is. Everyday held an adventure for her followed by a long nap. She was always game for a walk, anytime to anywhere and loved to ride in the car even though she got car sick every time. Mornings were greeted with a luxurious stretch on the bed. How can a 39 pound dog fill up a whole bed? Then a patrol of the back yard ending with a dog biscuit.
I miss our routines and her weight against me at night. I miss caressing those soft Beagle ears. I miss the thump of her tail as I talked to her about the problems of the day. I lost a true friend and now I walk alone.