My mom wrote this poem after her cat, my younger brother died.

Peanut

Peanut was my cat,
But much more than that,
He was my little boy.

With his three and a half legs,
He could do anything
Everyday he would lay on my shoulders
While I walked

Peanut died a month ago
I miss him very much
Peanut was a special boy
And now he is God's Angel