Thank you for giving this lil’ man the memorial he deserves.
I too have had a lingering feeling for the past year that we were nearing his end. My life looks like a different life altogether from our memories together, and I knew that meant every photo and the smile it gave me was a gift I needed to cherish.
Peanut was the first ever dog that I wasn’t scared of.
Growing up a cat owner, I for some reason just couldn’t see the love dogs were trying to give me. I repulsed at the drool and felt the need to “defend myself” as they jumped at me.
I have vivid memories of feeling the same way towards Peanut, trapped on the “bowling lane” living room couch in Clinton Hill as he happily jumped on my legs.
His little smile and loving nature unwrapped my ability to see the unwavering affection he was trying to give, and he quickly became someone I was excited to see whenever we hung out.
Still to this day, whenever I’m walking near an NYC dog park, all I can think about is Peanut running around with a smile on his face. And that smile was infectious.
I don’t think it’s possible for me to remember him without a smile forming on my face. Him sitting on my foot or rubbing against my leg with his trademark smile triggers a laugh every time.
I’m so happy to read that he gave you solace in Brooklyn. It truly is indescribable how impactful furry companions can be in times of transition.
I too feel the profound effect of loss and time. Adela and I have a cat together – Frida. She gave me a tough introductory period in our first year as she chose to protect her Mom over getting to know me. We of course got through it, and now she chooses me over Adela a lot. But remembering that initial year now floods me with the same sense of appreciation you speak of, and the overwhelming feeling of "now".
These days I often work 12 hours a day, and it means every moment I get with Frida is heightened. Every chin rub or nap together feels like the last. She’s only 8 years old, so probability dictates I’ll get plenty of more "now" with her. But as you said, loss of anyone pushes all of the love you have for someone to the surface, and I carry that elevated appreciation and emotional intensity around with me more than ever.
I had forgotten that Peanut was a southern boy. The cheeky connection between our shared music lifestyle and the “Ibizan Hound” identity must have covered that up.
I too feel lucky to have memories with the silly lil man. And, after crying a little bit because he’s gone, I’ll smile a lot because he happened.
Rest in peace, Peanut. Thank you for opening my heart and the endless queue of smiles. 🫶
Griff, I’m heartbroken to read this.
Thank you for giving this lil’ man the memorial he deserves.
I too have had a lingering feeling for the past year that we were nearing his end. My life looks like a different life altogether from our memories together, and I knew that meant every photo and the smile it gave me was a gift I needed to cherish.
Peanut was the first ever dog that I wasn’t scared of.
Growing up a cat owner, I for some reason just couldn’t see the love dogs were trying to give me. I repulsed at the drool and felt the need to “defend myself” as they jumped at me.
I have vivid memories of feeling the same way towards Peanut, trapped on the “bowling lane” living room couch in Clinton Hill as he happily jumped on my legs.
His little smile and loving nature unwrapped my ability to see the unwavering affection he was trying to give, and he quickly became someone I was excited to see whenever we hung out.
Still to this day, whenever I’m walking near an NYC dog park, all I can think about is Peanut running around with a smile on his face. And that smile was infectious.
I don’t think it’s possible for me to remember him without a smile forming on my face. Him sitting on my foot or rubbing against my leg with his trademark smile triggers a laugh every time.
I’m so happy to read that he gave you solace in Brooklyn. It truly is indescribable how impactful furry companions can be in times of transition.
I too feel the profound effect of loss and time. Adela and I have a cat together – Frida. She gave me a tough introductory period in our first year as she chose to protect her Mom over getting to know me. We of course got through it, and now she chooses me over Adela a lot. But remembering that initial year now floods me with the same sense of appreciation you speak of, and the overwhelming feeling of "now".
These days I often work 12 hours a day, and it means every moment I get with Frida is heightened. Every chin rub or nap together feels like the last. She’s only 8 years old, so probability dictates I’ll get plenty of more "now" with her. But as you said, loss of anyone pushes all of the love you have for someone to the surface, and I carry that elevated appreciation and emotional intensity around with me more than ever.
I had forgotten that Peanut was a southern boy. The cheeky connection between our shared music lifestyle and the “Ibizan Hound” identity must have covered that up.
I too feel lucky to have memories with the silly lil man. And, after crying a little bit because he’s gone, I’ll smile a lot because he happened.
Rest in peace, Peanut. Thank you for opening my heart and the endless queue of smiles. 🫶
Awww Sam thank you so much ❤️🥰 made my day
Such a beautiful tribute
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Beautifully said Griff 🤍
Sweet Peanut
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The pain of losing someone is the cost of great love. Peanut sounded like a lovely dog, and the good memories will continue forward.
BTW I loved your Song for Peebah
thank you ❤️
Sweet smiley Peebah ❤️
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Thank you for sharing this. Peanut was lucky to have you.