I would like to tell you a story about a little Poodle named Pierre Maurice Easley.
This is how he came to live with us.
We were very lonely after our other poodle Bridget had just died
so my brother Pat saw Pierre’s picture in the newspaper from “The Orphans of the Storm”.
So the next day he went to see him and liked him
so he took me out to see him too and when I picked him up
he curled up in my arms and put his head on my neck I fell in Love.
We had found out that whoever had him before had abused him by not feeding him and by beating him.
I couldn’t understand how someone could look into that sweet little face and give him away like that.
When he came home to us he would sit in the corner and stare at us.
He had weighed only about 8 or 9 pounds but that soon changed in a week.
He was coming around us alot more and putting
on a lot of weight and feeling very good and looking better.
His first car trip with me we went to the store;
it was in the spring and the window on my side was down and he decided to jump
out of the car window and tumble on the highway.
He was unharmed thank God.
There were no cars coming the other way.
On his first trip to Myrtle Beach he first felt the sand and didn’t understand
what it was but soon got used to it.
He even buried a rubber shark we had found along the road.
He would go out on the beach and run and run up and down the beach
by taking himself for a walk with his leash.
He would love to chase ghost crabs and chase seashells into the ocean;
he loved the water we would have to give him a bath once a week
because if we didn’t he would jump into the tub and wait.
Pierre and I would sit on the beach talk and watch the ocean and he would bark
at the birds and seagulls and the squirrels.
He did love to ride the golf cart we would rent;
he would sit in the middle between my Dad my Mom & and Me like he was a king.
People would point and laugh because he was so funny.
That was 14 years later.
He would always have to take a stuffed animal outside
with him to go to the bathroom or just to lay on the porch so every year at Christmas
we would have to buy him a new animal and his footballs too.
They were his favorite toys we would throw it off the deck
and he would be waiting at the bottom of the hill and catch it.
We couldn’t get him out of the pool either; he love to swim too.
Well that was 15 years ago.
When he turned 16 we found out he had Diabetes on my Birthday;
nonetheless it devastated us and him.
He would drink all this water and then have to go out alot and lost alot of weight;
we didn’t understand what was wrong;
we took him to the vet and that’s when we found out about the horrible disease
that would finally end up taking our sweetie away.
So for 1 1/2 years we tried to fight this terrible life sentence that he had.
We tried everything hamburger and rice and lots of other things
but he would always end up burning ketones all the time for about 6 months
so we had an idea about taking all the fat out of his diet and low
and behold he quit with the ketones and started perking back up
but of course the Diabetes had taken his sight from him and he was deaf too.
What a way to live it was terrible to see him
banging into walls and furniture and we couldn’ t help him.
We found out that chicken and cat food were working very good
but the bad thing was we had to take all of the things he loved to eat;
he went into a depression for a couple of weeks;
he couldn’t understand why or what he had done for us to do that.
The first time Pierre had a siezure he and we were very scared.
He couldn’t understand what was happening and neither could we
so he got over that one just fine and for a couple of months no more
then and he had another one and it was a little worse than the first.
We got him straightened out and he had no more
for a couple more months and then on Sept 17 1999
he had a seizure and never fully recovered.
He kept us up all night by banging into things and not sleeping.
We knew something else was wrong and it was not like the others.
He didn’t want to eat for a week
lost alot of weight and all he wanted to do was to throw up and eat grass.
So on Sept 18 1999 my dad called the vet and made the arrangements.
My Mom held him for 2 hrs at home.
My brother Pat cried; I cried; we all cried because we all knew so did Pierre.
My dad and I took him over to the vet and we both
held him and it was all over in a matter of minutes.
16 years was like a very sweet dream
that I didn’t want to end so I carried him home
in a box and my dad and brother and my Mom and I buried
our sweetheart with his favorite blanket and football under his chin
under my window and that’s where he sleeps now with the Angels
and I hope that you our sweetie are very very very healthy and happy.
We all Love you Always and Forever Punkin and Baby Boy.
Thank you for 16 years of Sweet Joy and Love and for just being you.
Please forgive us if we didn’t do Everything we could for you.
We Love You Always and Forever Our Little Sweetheart Pierre Maurice Easley,
Daddy Mommy Pat and Your Sissy Lisa Easley
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