I can’t believe it, but I’m still sad about Peanut dying.  I miss that damn cat, and am sad that my last interaction with him alive was kicking him of Grammy’s bed.  He was such a big, hairy oaf–the nemesis of my asthma and allergies.  Every time I vacuum I feel like I’m getting rid of the last remnants of him!

Shawna told me that yesterday Grammy said, “Peanut was my best friend.”  God, it breaks your heart!