Just before midnight, December 10th, 2003, I came upon him, a grey kitten sitting on the frozen slush beside a frost-covered country road. His breath lingered like little wisps of smoke. He kept looking right and left, right and left, as if desperately hoping that those who dumped him would return. He was too stressed and preoccupied to notice when my car passed close by, or when it pulled over, or even when I opened the door.
It wasn’t until I leaned out to look back at him that his eyes met mine, and for one long moment, he just stared at me as if searching me deeply for proof of something. Then, he asked me a question… a question delivered through one tiny, desperate meow. And he waited for me to reply.
I have no idea what he asked me, but somehow my spirit must have known… and it answered. I don’t know why, but I suddenly threw open my arms and said, “of course I will.”
Immediately, he sprinted toward the car door, jumped in the car, ran up my chest, started rubbing his face side-to-side against mine and just kept howling and howling. I’d never heard a cat make a sound like that before. It was like his little heart was broken and he was crying and saying “thank you, thank you, thank you” over and over. I thought “I can’t believe this is happening” as the tears welled up in my eyes.
I named him Peanut because he was such a little peanut in a great big world. I also called him my Peanut Boy and my Sweet Pea.
He was my dear friend and companion for 18 years. Two days ago, on October 28th, Jesus scooped him up in His arms and took him home to heaven. I am truly so happy for him that all his suffering is over and that his joy in now complete… Yet still, my heart is so crushed.
He was my last. The house feels so empty now. I hope Jesus comes soon. Please come soon.