Remember Me | The song "Remember Me" is dedicated to Cheyenne.
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"Remember Me" is dedicated to Cheyenne.
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IN LOVING MEMORY OF CHEYENNE
Cheyenne came into our lives as a puppy. Someone was standing in front of our local walmart with a basket full of puppies --free to a good home. I had looked and looked at dogs and puppies for months. But when I saw this one golden puppy amid a full litter of black and brown puppies, I had to hold her. A young boy was actually holding her --his dog, a golden retriever was the mother and I could tell Cheyenne was his favorite of the litter. But they were givign them all away. I asked if I could hold her, and I never put her down. There was a man standing next to me that had one golden retriever already and he was just waiting for me to put her down so he could get her. I never let go of her. I told the woman (the boy's mother), that I would take this golden puppie, and she would be an inside dog and she would be well cared for and loved. That is how I met Cheyenne.
She was never scolded, never had to be--she just did not chew up things, get into trash, or anything like that. She housebroke herself. All that took was just going outside with her about every hour or so at first and she just learned it. She loved to play ball. She would catch the ball, retrieve the ball, and balance it on her nose and toss it into the air and catch it. She loved her tennis ball. She would, however pop them every once in a while. We usually gave her all three that came in the package at once. You could throw one right after the other and she would catch them each in succession, drop the one in her mouth and put her foot on it to catch the next one.
Cheyenne was the alpha dog in our home. She keep the other two in line. If one did something they should not do, Cheyenne nudged them with her nose sort of shoving them around a bit to make them behaive. We miss her a lot and it feels very empty without her. But she was so greatly loved and she brought us so much joy while she was with us.
I have learned a great deal from Cheyenne. One thing I learned is that LOVE is love and it does not matter if it is for a person, an animal, or a tree. It all is love and it all feels the same. While you may love different people and animals in different ways (you love your husband different than you love you child) but you still love the equally as much. The loss you feel is just as deep and just as painful as it is when you lose a person you love. But the attachment, the bond between you and the person or animal you love is just as strong when they cross as it is when they are alive. The bond of love is always there forever.
I do know that actual death is peaceful. I felt occasional waves of hot flash nausea during Cheyenne's struggle to stay with us. But then, I believe the soul sort of floats out of the body and hovers for a while before death. During this time it is still attached to the body, and yet there is no pain, and you can astral travel. But the actual transition is peaceful.
I have thought about this a lot, all that Cheyenne went through during this week before her crossing over. I wonder if I could have done something different, something else, that may have helped her. But in truth, I did everything possible to help her--however, my love for her did cause me to try to keep her with us. Maybe, I should have just helped her cross over easier. At The time, I was told by the vet she had a very good chance of recovery, that she was doing better, etc. and so I kept trying to hold on to her and help her get better. In truth, she had little chance of recovery and I did not realize this. It was time for Cheyenne to cross over from the moment this whole trauma began--starting with her surgery, and I did not understand that. Had I understood that, I would have gentle let her cross over as painlessly as possible.
I mention all of this now, because I will know better next time, and it is something I feel guided to tell others, so that they can take everything into account should they ever face a situation like this.
Anemia in dogs is not like anemia in people. It is much harder to cure, and is generally caused by one of two things. One is trauma--loss of blood, medications that bind with the red blood cells and then the dog's own immune system tried to destroy the foreign molecule of medication and in the process destroys the red blood cell also. Sometimes this type of anemia can be cured, if it is not too advanced. But if it it too advanced, then the dog cannot make enough red blood cells fast enough and the result is usually death. The other type of anemia in dogs is caused by a disease that prevents the bone marrow from making red blood cells. This type of anemia in dogs is always fatal. Blood transfusions only prolong it and multiple transfusions are required, which have many risks. Cheyenne had the form of anemia caused by trauma--constant and repeated infections (urinary) for which she was taking antibotics to get rid of the infection--this was one complication--she also had a lot of blood loss from the stones in her bladder rubbing inside her bladder (the reason they had to come out), the surgery was hard on her, since she was already an anemic, and then the extra meds cause more red blood cells to be destroyed--more complications. At a certain point, nothing that was done was going to help her. But I did not realize or understand this for whatever reason--this is no one's fault really. I know she knew and knows that we were trying to help her--however, I feel certain, I will never put another animal through this much trauma ever again. In the future, I will do what I can, but will keep an eye out for the message from the animal that it is time to let them go--and I will allow this to happen as comfortable as possible. I will keep my own wish for them to stay with me out of it, and do whatever is best for the animal. I regret that I had to learn this in the way that I did, with Cheyenne being the teacher of this lesson. But I maybe others will be able to learn something from what she went through as well.
We love and miss Cheyenne--but she will always be in our hearts. She is happy and free now!
Many Blessings,
Linda
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| IN LOVING MEMORY OF CHEYENNE |
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| IN HONOR OF CHEYENNE |
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| CHEYENNE AND MISS KITTY |
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| LOVE FOREVER CHEYENNE! |
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