My family's little dog Peanut was put to sleep last night, after a battle with bladder cancer over the last few months. My sister Hilary visited home a few weeks ago and saw how he just sat on the sofa all day, eyes glazed and unresponsive. It was his time.
I'll miss him trying to sleep with me, finding that regardless of my body position he managed to squeeze between my legs. And how he loved having his tail scratched, so much that he would hop into my lap when i sat down, shove his butt in my face and give me a look as if to say "okay, go to work!". And how he reacted to other, much larger dogs, barking ferociously until i let him get close enough that he might get eaten, then backing off while giving a few growls like he was letting them off. Peanut, i'll miss you.
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