I am heartbroken to report that Peanut has passed away earlier this morning.
He was the best little buddy I could have ever asked for, and gave me more purpose and love than I ever could have imagined when I was picking him up at the shelter 4 years ago.
Peanut lived a long, chaotic and let’s face it– hedonistic life. Nobody told Peanut what to do, I think he listened to me as an act of love and charity, but not to anybody else.
He would pick a fight with any size dog or person, consequences be damned.
(The result of him barking at a large dog through a fence, which led to the dog subsequently grabbing his entire head through the fence and nearly ripping it off)
He ate better than most humans, frequently rejecting dog food for the finer things in life instead. He was probably one of the few dogs who has had filet mignon. But typically, his weaknesses were bacon and eggs, and chicken nuggets at McDonalds.
He loved belly rubs (but only by me), and gave his own nuzzles right back. I could tell he was happy when he started to make little piggy noises as I scratched his neck and stomach.
Peanut always had to be right in the middle of the action, He would step in the way of you moving furniture, get between you and your book or screen, and just generally work to make sure he was a part of anything vital you happened to be doing at the moment.
Peanut and I traveled across the country together, more than once. He’s seen more than most people see in their lifetime. We were chased away from The Bean in Chicago (no dogs allowed), saw Zion and the deserts of Southern California, lived in Boulder for a month, and drove the long stretches of highway on road trips from CA to NY.
(By the way- Peanut was a TERRIBLE copilot. His main goal in the car was to be in my lap, and stand up with his paws on the steering wheel. and he was relentless, as he was with everything.)
I cannot emphasize enough how important Peanut has been for my mental health. He brought me through to the other side of some extremely challenging times in my life, and I hope I gave him even a quarter of the quality of life that he gave back to me.
I love you, my little buddy.
There will always be a hole in my heart now that you’ve left, but I will cherish our time together and the unconditional love you’ve given me for the rest of my days.
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