Peanut died. He was killed by a car that couldn't swerve quickly enough to miss him. Stephanie, Ally and Mike miss him though, and will never get to hold him again, or feel the softness of his kisses, or be tickled by his whiskers.
It wasn't anybody's fault, just one of those things that happen in an instant, and in that instant everything changes. Allies prom was the night after her little peanut was killed. Months of planning, hundreds of dollars, all of the anticipation, the possibility of a lifetime of fond memories; gone.
Life is funny, the things we plan, and expect to remember forever are seldom the moments that stand out. The Prom. The Graduation. The Wedding. The Anniversary party. All of those things have the potential to be memorable, but seldom are.
The journey we undertake getting to a goal is what matters. Unexpected moments of bliss, or agony paint the past in vivid color, the minutia of living fades into oblique shades, things meticulously planned dissapear completely.
But we will never forget what happens when somebody we love squeaks out of our grasp, and runs into traffic. Mr. Wilson told me it would be okay, and that his pal Peanut was in a better place. Dogs don't mourn. Dogs continue their journey, and every moment is the one that matters, because for them, the past matters not.