Peanut was born early one Spring morning to a mother who was too ill to nurse.  I raised him from one day old, on a bottle.  We shared a bond that was stronger than most human relationships and I truly hold him dear, as my son.  Peanut was a spunky guy who loved playing with his millions of tennis balls and squeaky toys.  His favorite game was to drop the ball in bathwater and get it wet.  He loved to cuddle and feel wanted and each day, his need was fulfilled.  There are so many wonderful memories I could share with you but they are all so precious that I could never pick just one or two.  We played together, traveled together, cuddled together and loved each other.  He was my best friend, my child.  He had a unique personality that made him such a joy to be around.  If you asked for a hug, he would nuzzle his head against your chest.  He loved for me to cover his eyes with my palm and use my fingers to massage his little head.  He would lay for hours just letting me do that.  I miss him so much: our routine, his smell, the sound of his snores, his bark, his smile.  There will never be another that could ever compare to him, he was my special boy.  I love you, Peanut, forever.