Cheyenne

For Valentine's Day I bought my mom a collie and fell in love with him and knew I had to have one of my own, that is where Cheyenne came it. From the moment we brought her home she would stay right beside me, on walks, in the house, you name it and she always kept the other dogs in line. When she was 6 she had a seizure and an MRI revealed a brain tumor. Doctors predicted she would only live a year or two at most but boy did she prove them wrong, Cheyenne lived to be nearly 13 years old. You will always be my "Chey Girl" and every time I see those giant playballs in the store I think of you and how you'd play for hours, hitting them back to me with your nose, always a perfect aim.