As some of you may have heard, last night (Wednesday January 19th) John and I had to make the difficult decision to have our beloved dog Cheyenne put to sleep. John has had her since she was about a year old and she was a dear pet to both he and his first wife Katrina. I had grown to love her as well in the year and a half since she has been in my life. Tuesday night we took her with us when we went to the gym. She would ride with us and then wait in the back of our truck. When we got home and had her go out to go potty before we went to bed. As she came back in she slipped comming in the door. It took a minute but we got her in the house. That night she didnt sleep and was very restless. I woke up at 3:30 am and let her out again and then took her out at 6:30 when I got up to get ready. When I got home John gave her a couple of her favorite treats. At around 11am she went out did her business and then came in and had a big drink. For most of the rest of the day she slept. She had a look like she didnt feel good and wasn't really acting herself. When John got home from work and when we couldnt get her to eat what we knew she would normally eat we called a vet that lives in our ward and he said to take her to the after hours animal hospital. We did and after the Vet looked at her she said more than likely she had a brain tumor and because she was 17 years old the best thing was to put her to sleep. I will miss her dearly and so will John. She had a way to make you smile when you were down. Rest in peace baby girl. We love you and will miss you always.