Not the cheery post I promised. We got Cheyenne right after the big hurricane. She was abandoned here, probably by someone who couldn't keep her in their hotel room, but she was exactly what we were looking for to keep Scrappy company. We knew she was an older dog.
I took her to the vet a few months ago because her eyes were clouded over. I asked him how long she might live. I was really surprised when he said we'd be lucky if it were a couple more years. I had no idea. I know she's had trouble with her hips lately but so have I and I'm only 49! (I can no longer jog, have to walk).
Yesterday she just tipped over side ways and rolled down the outside steps. Then she seemed okay, just stiff. Who wouldn't be after that? But a few hours ago she started trembling and whining. And then she just went quietly. I went to check on her a few minutes ago and she was gone.
I wonder if Scrappy will miss her? We brought him in so he could see she was gone. I don't know if he gets it or not.
Tyler and Jessica are at a retirement dinner for a close policeman friend and I don't want to have to tell them. I think they suspect, we all did.
Okay, so I don't really believe in doggy heaven. I know she's just gone, but it's a comforting image.