We came to have Mr. PJ only because my son and daughter-in-law had to move to an island far away. A dog of his breed was not allowed on the island so the old dog came to stay with us. It was heart wrenching for his family to make that decision but it was for the best since there was no other way. While here, Mr. PJ adapted to the way of life but never quite made it as a true Bayou Dog. True, Ms. Ez was a tiny pup when she came so she grew up knowing what was expected. Mr. PJ only had a short time with us so his lessons were rushed.
While Mr. PJ did not chase after the squirrels, he did chase away the gloomy days and any sad thoughts. He may not have swam out to the end of the pier but he did swim his way into our hearts. Although he never adopted any babies during his stay, he adopted us...and that...that was far better. Mr. PJ was not a true Bayou Dog but he was a true and loyal friend that brought a lot of happiness to this family.
It saddens me to say that Mr. PJ passed away yesterday morning. He had been ill for some time but was a fighter and pulled through so many rough times before. This time was different. The old dog was tired...really tired. His body could go no further. The night before he died, I laid on his bed and held him. I told him how much I loved him and how much his real family loved and missed him. He looked at me with big sad eyes, licked my hand and settled down beside me. I held him as he slept. In the wee hours of the morning, he left behind his illnesses and gained peace. I will, indeed, miss Mr. PJ. I will, indeed. May you rest in peace, my friend.


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