Well, I’ve been pretty low key these past few days.   Peanut dying has been hard on all of us.   At first I didn’t know how Grammy was doing.   It came pretty sudden and although she knows about death I wanted to make sure that she was comfortable with talking about.

So when we went to the grocery store the other day we talked about how Peanut got ran over and how we had to bury him.

Then we got home and she went into the spare bedroom where Murphy (our “special cat”) was sleeping.   Graem closed the door.    I went to the bathroom.   

Through the walls I heard Graem say “Murphy, Peanut died today.    He got ran over by a car and we had to bury him.   It’s alright.”

Then I walked in and Graem was lying on the futon inches from Murphy’s face.  It was so sweet and endearing.   It was sad that Grammy had to break the news to Murphy about her buddy Peanut.