My Brother

I had a little brother who was born with three legs. He only had a hlf of the fourth leg. My mom's dad named him Peanut. But Peanut was my mom's cat. He was a year old when he got sick and he stopped having anything to do with my mom. Peanut died when he two months before he turned two years old. My mom misses him a lot and wears a picture around her neck. He has been gone for two years now. Now I have gotten a lot closer to her, and since I have leukemia and aids she is worried to death about me. I really think I am a healthy cat but she still worries.