March 24, 2012

• Peanut.

  His name was Peanut. Mistreated by his original owner in Australia, the original owner’s roommate took over the responsibility as his caretaker to provide protection and love. Few years after, when time for the caretaker to return overseas to South East Asia, she took him with her. She took care of the documentations and the cost of flight. Unfortunately, once in Asia, she was unable to have him living with her due to living restrictions at where she was staying. He was then adopted by the relatives of the caretaker, as the new owners. Peanut cried for days feeling unwanted by the caretaker whom he felt he belonged to, despite the new owners’ best effort to console him. It took a while, but he finally was able to warm up to the fact that he was at a new home with new owners who loved him. These new owners are my cousins. They took good care of him for almost a decade and made him part of the family. He was a smart and good all around companion. He knew when to ask for something and how to ask for it. He knew how to jump up to a door’s handle to open it. He knew how to tip toed quietly while his owners asleep and rush quickly to do his business once he stepped out of the bedroom. He was loved more than as a dog. He WAS a family. A couple of days ago, Peanut was rushed to the clinic due to complications. Soon after, he passed away. My cousins cried. They lost an important member of the family. Peanut died of old age, with several health problems these past few years. He was 14 years old going on 15, this August. RIP Peanut. He will be missed.

  

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