Goodbye Peanut Underfoot
My friend. My muse. My beautiful fur baby.
He Joined Our Family
July 28th 2002
Left for the Next Leg of His Journey
September 25th 2006
I hope you bring as much comfort and love to those you meet along the way in the next leg of your Journey. But we miss you here and we grieve for our loss and long to hear your purr and feel your soft fur again. You are missed. You will always be loved.
Thank-you for gracing our lives.
Some pets are pets. Peanut was both friend and family.
He stopped eating in August. The vet didn't offer much hope and an ultra-sound confirmed liver failure. I'll never know why he developed such an odd malady, because I have no idea where he spent the first part of his life. He was not young when he showed up on my doorstep that humid July day in 2002.
The first time I saw him he was coming around the garage, he saw me and started running like I was a long lost friend. Later we were moving some stuff in and he walked right in like he owned the place. We chased him out but the war was already lost, he had staked his claim.
He was quite the little inspiration to me. I hadn't written a coherent sentence in over two years. One night I was sick with the flu. He was the only one who would come anywhere near me. He sat with his head resting on my shoulder, right next to my ear. To take my mind off how icky I felt I told Peanut a story. When I felt better I wrote the story out it's still my only piece of published fiction.
As my anxiety got worse he would often sit by my head at night and purr with his head pressed against my cheek. And he almost always slept by my feet, and he never complained about my cold feet on his belly.
I still think he should be sitting in the window when I pull into the driveway. I see him out of the corner of my eye sometimes. I turn my head and reach out my hand before I realize he is not there. As it gets colder I miss his warm little presence next to my feet at night.
That is the story behind the website.