Our tears are flowing hard today,
We've lost a special friend.
Mr. Tahoe's gone to play
Where clouds and rainbows end.
He was no ordinary pup,
Experienced and wise.
Everything seemed better
Seen through Mr. Tahoe's eyes!
He was our "Senior Beagle."
We cherished what he taught.
And eagerly would listen to
What Mr. Tahoe "thought."
Oh, we know he's gone to Heaven
For the best and kindest care.
But we'll miss our Mr. Tahoe,
And we'll keep him in our prayers.
Mary and Daisy Duke
My name is Mr. Tahoe, but you can call me Tahoe. I live with my
mom, Jamie, and a really bratty cat named Fergie in Phoenix,
Arizona. Mom adopted me 11-1/2 years ago, when I was one year
old, from a no-kill shelter. She had adopted a yorkie named
Benji a few months before, but it turned out he was very, very
sick and passed away. Even though she only had him a few months
she was very upset that she couldn't do more for him. The
shelter offered to replace him and even let her come in before
opening hours to have a look around. All of the dogs were
barking loudly "Take me! Take me!", but I just sat there, smiling
at her, not making a sound. Mom says it was my silence that made
her notice me. After a test "run" with a cat (to make sure I get
along with the furry bags of mischief) mom declared that I was
the one! I lived happily with my "sister", Pavlo, for 8 years,
until she passed away at 17 years old. I was so distraught at
losing the only cat I ever loved that Mom decided to adopt a
kitten much sooner than she expected to, and that's how we ended
up with the brat cat, Fergie. I have done a lot of work the past
3 years trying to teach her to play nice, most importantly I have
trained her not to come anywhere near my food! Mom constantly
tells me what a good boy I am because I'm so tolerant of the