The first day I brought Peanut home, she was scared to death of me and everything else in her new world. On day four, she finally emerged from the darkness and safety of under my bed to give me a wary sniff and realize that I might not be so bad. Since then, Peanut has slept by my side every night, greeted me when I got home from work, and jumped into my lap after a long day to cheer me up for two and a half years. We were best friends, and she made me never feel alone.
While my heart breaks every time I now look for her in the sun on our patio or buried in a pile of freshly dried laundry, I find comfort in thinking how beautiful it was to have such a love that makes you feel that loss so deeply.
Peanut, I hope you find the sunniest spot to relax and watch the birds.
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