Goodbyes are hard, especially when it’s someone you love so much. Early Monday morning, Kendell and I had to make the tough choice to let Cher go before she suffered any more pain. We were going through a cycle of her lungs filling up with fluid and with the enlarged heart it was almost like it was suffocating her. After a solid 6-week stretch and a great day together on Sunday, Sunday night she started to rapidly deteriorate. Funny enough, we had a follow-up appointment scheduled at the vet for 10:30am, but at 3am I knew she wouldn’t last that long. So we put Jellybean in the car, bundled Cher up in her favorite blanket and I held my sweet girl for a ride I knew would probably be our last. When she died, she was wrapped in her favorite blanket, being held by her favorite guy with me and Jellybean giving her kisses as she passed. She knew she was loved until the very end.
Five and a half years ago, the day before Thanksgiving I was meeting Cher’s foster to pick her up. I’d never had a dog before and was terrified and by the looks of Cher when I put her in the car, she was terrified too. I talked to her to try to calm her nerves and mine on the ride home. I promised her that from this day forward I was her family and whatever happened before didn’t matter because she was with me now. We would celebrate birthdays and gotcha days, we’d go for long walks and I’d figure out her favorite treats and we would eat them all. I promised her I’d always come back for her and she never had to worry about being abandoned and that I hoped at the end of her days with me she’d have forgotten about the days before she found me. I kept my promises.
I can’t express in words how much I love Cher, but I feel like her paw print is tattooed on my heart. She changed my life and made me see the world in a completely different way and for that I’m so grateful. She loved us with all her heart until her little heart couldn’t go any longer and I loved every minute of the time we spent together.
So many people have asked if they can do anything for me/us and if you’re so inclined, I’d ask you to donate to Susie’s Senior Dogs in Cher’s name, it’s a great organization that supports the adoption of senior dogs like Cher. Any dollar will help. She was 9 when we adopted her and lived to just a month shy of her 15th birthday. And in case you’re wondering, I still plan on celebrating her birthdays even when she’s gone.
Thanks to everyone for all of your support, love and concern for our sweet girl. It has helped to lift me up in a time like this knowing that by sharing her with you I got to spread the love and joy I got from having Cher in my life.