Hello All,

I used to do the adoptions for United Yorkie Rescue, but stopped when I saw that old man Tazz did best as an only dog. He was my first rescue from United Yorkie Rescue. I tried and tried to find the right home but just never could. He was very old and only had two teeth left and a deformed jaw when I first got him as a rescue. The vet pulled those teeth and he was much happier.

Tazz lived as a batchelor with just me for just a few years. Last year my daugher and her two children, a Doberman and a minature Toy Fox Terrier moved in with me. Much to my surprise Tazz perked up with all the activity. He had really aged and I think that the activity this time was very good for him. He could always retreat to my room and be alone whenever he needed that.

Through the time I had him I did resuscitation, mouth to muzzle, on him a couple of times. Four times we raced to the vet with his old age problems and he miraculously bounced back. Finally though last year about this time, he looked at me and said in his doggie way " I'm not eating or drinking because it is time". He had become skin and bones and could not stand up because he was so weak. We visited the vet for the last time and she said he was the oldest dog (estimated 20 years) she has ever treated. Tazz had a soft spot with Dr. Whetstone too.

I have never had to be the one to put a friend down, but I knew in my heart it was time. So as I held Tazz, he gently went over the Rainbow Bridge. The hardest part was hearing what he was saying to me before the decision was made. I just didn't want to listen to his saying "it's time to say good-bye for now".

Tazz was never a peppy dog because he was just old when we first met. But he provided me with so much love and appreciation that I will always cherish him so very much.

I vowed to never have another that I just couldn't stand having a broken heart. Well, forget that. This past December, just two months after Tazz went over the Rainbow Bridge, Noel came to live at my house.

A group of us Realtors were having dinner last December. One of my Realtor friends mentioned that she had a client who left his little dog (she said it was a Yorkie) outside In all kinds of weather. Upon seeing this situation, the Realtor wisely asked the seller if he really had time for his dog and he admitted he did not. She then went on to say that she knew someone who might like her (me) and he agreed. I beat a hasty path to his house the next day to pick up Noel. The owner told me that his mother who had died the previous year had a full bred Yorkie that got out and Noel was the result. His widowed father asked him to take Noel and the owner did. He traveled and left Noel either outside in the backyard in all kinds of weather or in a tiny kennel in the dark garage. He had owned her one year and had never given her a name. Imagine! Since we met in December I called her Noel.

When I first met her she was skiddish and undernourished. Today she is socialized and has a shiney coat. She never has house trained very well, but no problem . . . she wears panties and is just fine. I even buy the liners (femine napkins that I cut in half) at the dollar store. Noel does not look much like a Yorkie to me, but I did google "Chorkie" and I think (and so does the vet) that she is part Chihuahua and park Yorkie. There maybe a bit of Carine in there too. I just love her to pieces and she travels well. We have taken two road trips with friends and their dogs. What fun!

If you could, since Tazz was a United Yorkie Rescue, could you please post his photo? I keep it on my laptop, but want the world to know that old dogs do learn new tricks. . . he magically came into my life and warmed my heart. That is a big trick!

Pat Morgan