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What happened to My Peanut...
by Lisa M Reinbolt

Saturday, January 26, 2008
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This is the Sad and tragic story about The life and Death of our sweet Cat "Peanut"
I hope you will not pass Judgement.

Remembering our Peanut

This is a tragic story of the last hours of our beloved Cat "Peanut"

Peanut first entered our lives, a sweet very young 4 week old kitten.  She was born in a Welfare home where food was scarce, a litter box was not present,where people just didn't care, Children ran through the house in 3 day old clothes, across dirty floors,and without even their morning meal.

The mother of these poor kittens was a fading soul, thin,and barely able to feed her babies.  We had seen a sign dangling from a street post on the corner.  My frend and I had to see just where they were.  After seeing such a site, we both decided to befriend a kitten.  Who would know that day that this would lead to a 18 year relationship with this tiny little body of Love.  I named her Peanut, because she was so tiny that she could nest in the palm of my hand.   She hadn't been weaned, never learned to use the potty,and quite frankly hadn't learned anything in those first four weeks of  life.  It was then that I became her Mother.  That was in 1990.  I cannot remember the month,but it was warm.

My Job began on that day, a job to teach this baby how to be a cat.  I fed her every 3-4 hours by hand with an eye dropper, eventually graduating her to a soft meal and then to real kitten food.  I showed her the box, and taught her how to scratch and cover it up when she was finished.  Not an easy task.  She learned quickly and wanted to be everywhere that I was, and cried when I was gone.  She slept in My bed and became the meaning of LOVE.  There was a reason I read that sign that day, and there was a reason that Peanut was mine...

My son was nearing his 7th birthday when peanut came into our lives.  So it was My Son, Peanut and I.  He loved HIS kitten so much.  a little over 2 years passed , just the 3 of us. Until one day when My son came running in the door, screaming, that there was ANOTHER poor cat that was outside our door  Oh No, I told him.  No More pets.  Within a week of his pleading, I gave in, and we then had a new addition, who would come to be known as "Cuddles" . 

Shortly after Cuddles moved in we both got quite the suprise...Cuddles had been pregnant when she arrived.  Her long black coat had hidden it from view.  Shortly after this discovery she delivered 3 kittens.  This was my sons first experience with birth. He was in awe.  Those kittens were adopted out to some wonderful people.

Over the years Peanut and Cuddles, My son and I, moved from house to house quite frequently.  We live in  a bad city and with poor housing, so in all I have moved almost 20 times since 1987.  

Today I am Married, and My Son is now grown with a home of his own,  Cuddles is still with us today.  But our beloved Peanut took her last breath December 31,2007.

It is a night I will never forget.... I will tell you what happened, and Please don't judge me,  What happened that night has haunted me ever since.

Right after Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans was over
My Husband and I adoped a Puppy that we found on the
Pet finders Site.  "Tookie" is a Chow/Huskey Mix and as of this writing is about 3 years old.  He ,Our two cats, My Husband and our Parrot UNO, all lived in this house.  The one We're still in today.  Tookie had always been good with our cats until December 31st 2007...

Ths is so hard to write.....But I feel I have to write it down
to be able to start to heal.

On December 31st , I needed to go to the Meat Market to get meat for the week.  I remembered when I got there that Tookie hadn't had any bones in quite some time, So I asked the butcher to cut up a Marrow bone for My Tookie.
I returned home, wrapped up all the meat for the freezer.
After Placing it in the freezer, I gave Tookie a bone, like I had done Every time I had visited the Meat market for over 2 years. Then re-treated to My Computer in the office, with My husband on his computer.   About a half hour later is when Our world came to an end...

From no where came this paralizing Growl and our cat screaming in agony.... Tookie had seen poor peanut entering the bedroom where he laid with that bone.  I can only speculate what took place.  Because within seconds it was over, even before I could get out of this room....

When We got to the bedroom, Only feet away, there laid our Peanut... Her back had been broken, she was screaming in pain and dragging her lifeless hind quarters across the carpet, desperately trying to regain her stance.  trying in vane to stand, looking at us with eyes wide open, fear paralizing her last movements. Tookie retreated back into the corner of the room,  I slammed the door to protect Peanut, but it was to late.  She was mortally wounded.  Gasping Desperately for each and every Breath she took.

I can still hear myself screaming, over and over for My baby.  she laid there for over an hour until our citys animal control finally arrived.  We do not drive and don't own a car.  So we couldn't help our Peanut.  Though there was nothing we could have done.  Her back broken all we could do was try to comfort her.  I covered her with a blanket, and placed her head on a pillow.

This is My last memory of My poor Peanut.   She was taken to the vet and uthianized.  and creamated .

Shortly there after the New Years Ball Fell On Times Square.  I stood numb on our front Porch in the cold.
As the Fireworks went off over our city.  Things are just not the same.  I miss her so.  and I will always blame myself.  though I couldn't have known her fate, Had it not been for that Bone.  This never would have happened.....

Lisa R.


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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 1/27/2008
You did all you could do. I had an even more terrifying ordeal with my dog, Jazz. His story is posted here, too.

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