Peanut crossed the rainbow bridge on June 6, 2019. He will be missed and fondly remembered by all that knew him!
Peanut was the first dog that I owned as an adult. I adopted him as a 4-year-old dog. At the time I adopted him, I lived in South Beach Florida. Oddly enough he was born in Marianna, PA, not far from where I grew up. A friend from back home moved down and decided she couldn’t take care of him any longer. Peanut was infamous in Miami. He was dainty, fawn-colored chihuahua and possessed the most succulent lips I have ever seen on a dog! People would often jokingly ask if his lips were real or augmented. When I first adopted him, a couple got in the elevator of my building and shouted “Peanut!” I did not know this couple, but they knew Peanut from his previous owner.
Peanut was a relatively chill dog. He wasn’t much for shenanigans? He was the perfect lap dog. Every time I would leave him, he would cry so loud that one could easily hear him from blocks away. I was nearly evicted once because of his war cries. He didn’t like to be alone. Another strange thing I noticed about him is he was very leery of tall men with hats. He would bark his head off at them from a safe distance. He always had a particular fondness for “female” humans. He was definitely a lady’s man for sure.
He wasn’t particularly fond of fast-moving toddlers or small children either? He would dart, snap and yap at them, but he never ever bit a soul in his life. Peanut loved my homemade turkey meatballs and had a fondness for tuna fish in a can. He would swallow any piece of meat that you gave him whole! He only ran away from home once. My friends and I formed a search party looking for him and we finally found him hanging out at the local Catholic Church. He knew where he would be safe. No one ever accused Peanut of being dumb.
Peanut had many nicknames lovingly given to him throughout his lifetime. Here is the list in no particular order: Putt, Peen, The Nut, Mayor McPeanut, Peener Neener, Peaner Neens, P’nit and Taco Bell.
We were together for close to 13 years before I had to make the tough decision to put him down. His little body was giving up but his spirit was too strong for him to go on his own. My friend Amy and Dasher (Peanut’s brother) were there to say goodbye when he passed. It was very peaceful and beautiful! He was ready. He was an amazing pup and adored by all that met him in his long lifetime! I miss you Peanut and I will love you forever!!
This memorial was provided as a complimentary service of the Thompson-Marodi Funeral Home, Inc., 809 Main Street, Bentleyville, PA 15314 * www.thompson-marodi.com