PEANUT

My darling Peanut is now gone. He became quite sick and it was discovered he had a couple of serious medical problems, including the recurrence of his cancer. Peanut won over all the people in the vet clinic with his charm and absolute friendliness. When he was put to sleep he was just feeling awful but knew he was very loved.

Peanut looked a lot like a squirrel sans tail. He was a muscular boy, all three pounds of him, and he wasn't incredibly smart but he had his moments. He was the friendliest g.p. we ever had. He appreciated the very green part of Romaine lettuce but ignored the stalk and wasn't particularly demanding of snacks (whereas Annie squeals every time the fridge opens or she hears a plastic bag noise).

When he was little all he did was bite everybody but I taught him to settle down and he learned to cuddle, unless he smelled a girl nearby and then he went nuts. He was a very good Daddy and loved playing with the baby pigs (pictured here all jammed in a Twinkie box with mommy Annie in the back). He was full of love for Annie, Molly, and the humans who loved him and miss him now.

PJ, Chloe, and maynard

Annie and Peanut's baby pigs weighed each about 4 oz. when they were born one March.  PJ was a bit of a runt but with a little help from eyedropper feedings, he did fine.   He looked a lot like his dad, hence "Peanut Junior."  Maynard (named by my brother, presumably due to his fascination with Maynard G. Krebs on Dobie Gillis) was mostly black and liked to play.  Chloe was the little red and white girl piggy, who I kept for a while and then decided to rescue Molly.   The babies were fairly easy to place through a local pet store.  I gave out info sheets with them so the new owners would know all the ins and outs of caring for their squeaky pets.

Chloe at 30 minutes old

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