Last night while I was at work they held my favorite Key West event, the Holiday Parade, without me.
In 2009 that was where I first saw Cheyenne stumping along in the parade with an "adopt me" jacket on. My wife dived into the parade and was told to come by the SPCA on Stock Island on Monday. Which I did as soon as they opened. "I want to adopt Cheyenne," I announced to their surprise. That was that.
It's been a long journey including side trips to California, Canada and all points in between.
I wish there were another five years to go but as healthy and youthful as she is...realistically, she is already 13 years old.