I loved every inch of this story, and I believe all cats are aliens, and that's what makes them so wonderful. I have lost three in my many years of having them, all of their losses hard and different. Thanks for sharing this ... I loved the way it was written.
When you described meeting Peanut, it reminded me of finding my cat Whimsey. She clung to me for dear life and slept under the covers for 22 years until it was time for her to go.
What a holy tribute to your gift from the cosmos. "The only alternative to imagining her the victim of some dark cruelty was believing she'd come from across the universe." I love how that line--and the whole essay--pays homage to the imagination. Peanut was transformed and healed by your positive re-imagining of her. It gave her so many possibilities of who and how to become. Thank you for this, Deborah!
Sweet Peanut. She probably lived as long as she did thanks to all of your love. What a fantastic alien origin story and what else could explain a two-layer purr. She was worth every penny.
I totally get why you did what you did. I wouldn't give up so easily either. Thank you for looking after Peanut and giving her the graceful life she deserved - until the end. I was in tears reading this as I imagined my own cats in your story. I wonder how's Pup coping without Peanut?
Peanut died in 2004 or 2005, and Pups lived until 2016. After she died, he got into a groove where he would knead without stopping—like he would just go forever unless we picked him up and set him on the floor to re-set his brain. We assumed it was a reaction to missing his friend😔
But he was a good boy—a great boy—till the end, loving and friendly and sociable. Thank you for reading and for asking about him 💓
So beautiful. I love Peanut. Cats are such an extraordinary addition to any family, they are more than worth whatever they cost.
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Beautiful, touching remembrance of your beautiful Peanut. Pets are always such heartbreakers when they get sick and especially when they leave us.
If only they could stay longer
Oh, Peanut 🥜💛.
If she were going back to Bibula today, she’d definitely be reporting on the peanut emoji!
I identify with this cat.
Oh! ❤️
This wonderful essay about Peanut brings back memories of her and other family pets.
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I loved every inch of this story, and I believe all cats are aliens, and that's what makes them so wonderful. I have lost three in my many years of having them, all of their losses hard and different. Thanks for sharing this ... I loved the way it was written.
Thank you so much for reading💓
So lovely. Thank you for sharing Peanut with us!
Thank you for appreciating her!
Beautiful. I cried. I am a new cat "mom" (6 months with our Mina). I felt all the things. Rest in peace, Peanut.
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Beautiful. Some cats are indeed otherworldly. My little dog Sophie was a Bichon Angel mix. Similar to an alien I suppose.
Sophie💗
When you described meeting Peanut, it reminded me of finding my cat Whimsey. She clung to me for dear life and slept under the covers for 22 years until it was time for her to go.
What a long life! Whimsey💗
What a holy tribute to your gift from the cosmos. "The only alternative to imagining her the victim of some dark cruelty was believing she'd come from across the universe." I love how that line--and the whole essay--pays homage to the imagination. Peanut was transformed and healed by your positive re-imagining of her. It gave her so many possibilities of who and how to become. Thank you for this, Deborah!
How I love this reading and the agency you see in her! ❤️
Sweet Peanut. She probably lived as long as she did thanks to all of your love. What a fantastic alien origin story and what else could explain a two-layer purr. She was worth every penny.
I totally get why you did what you did. I wouldn't give up so easily either. Thank you for looking after Peanut and giving her the graceful life she deserved - until the end. I was in tears reading this as I imagined my own cats in your story. I wonder how's Pup coping without Peanut?
Peanut died in 2004 or 2005, and Pups lived until 2016. After she died, he got into a groove where he would knead without stopping—like he would just go forever unless we picked him up and set him on the floor to re-set his brain. We assumed it was a reaction to missing his friend😔
But he was a good boy—a great boy—till the end, loving and friendly and sociable. Thank you for reading and for asking about him 💓
Breaks my heart! Bless the beautiful little angels.