R. I. P. Peanut

Peanut was our pug. She was 13 years old. She was given to us by a co-worker of mine who was moving and couldn't take her with him.

She was so tiny. Peanut was blind, and a little hard of hearing. She learned her way around the house fairly quickly. She was very smart, and had a wonderful personality. We loved her from the day we got her.

My wife and I made up a whole back story for her. Her real name was Wilimina, Queen of Pugland. There was a revolution happening in Pugland, so she was sent here for her own protection. She was given the code name Peanut. She would return to Pugland as soon as it had been liberated by her Royal Army.

Pugland has been liberated today. Her Majesty is gone. She will be missed.

Rest in peace, Peanut. We loved you very much. You can see now and you play in the beautiful fields of Heaven.