There seems to be a theme around here lately. We just lost our second beloved pet this year. And this one is much harder to take because Peanut was only a year old. When our dog, Dakota passed a few months ago… we were ready (as ready as you can be, anyway). She was 14 and had a long, good life. She was sick and it was time.
Poor Peanut was out playing with the other cats. Lately it has become a battle to keep our indoor cats indoors. Every time the door opens, they dart out. But they always come back in.
Tonight, some guy was driving way too fast in his souped up hot rod. He hit P right in front of our house. He didn’t stop. Oregon Dad and I were sitting on our porch, so we knew who it was and you can bet I walked up to his house and had a few choice words to say.
The kids are all very sad. I am trying to keep it together. I explained that now Peanut is okay, she is in Heaven playing with Dakota.
“She sure liked laying in the sun.”- Kyler
“Peanut was the best kitty ever.”- Kelsey
“Peanut was my first kitty.”- Kaylee
“Do animals get new owners in Heaven? I hope they are nice to her.” -Kenzie
Peanut was my cat. Oregon Dad and I picked her out at the animal shelter last summer. She stole our hearts, even though Oregon Dad claims to not like cats. Lately she has decided to spend her time sleeping under the bed, on my side. I always know where to find her. Somehow knowing she is in Heaven playing with Dakota doesn’t make me feel any better. I needed her here to snuggle.