Just finished reading Rescuing Sprite. I must say, I cried. And I’m not a crier. Thank the Levins for adopting Griffen, another oldie but goodie. And thank you ,Mr. Levin, for your story.

I live in a rural area that is a favorite dumping place for the unwanted…and sometimes just plain lost. Often, it is just a little bit scary to open the door in the morning to see who might have wandered up needing a place to be.

Old and infirm, young and spunky, baskets of kittens and pups.

I can find homes for some..some of them..not so much. So here they stay and give the exquisite gift of their love. Sometimes the time given to me is brief (in my mind at least) due to their health. Sometimes, they live for years and become a fixture in my life. And some, much like Sprite and Mr. Levin, I develope a special connection with.

I can’t begin to tell all the stories. But whatever the circumstance, when it comes time to take that “last ride” together, as I hold them for the last time, if I close my eyes for just and instant…my mind plays a trick on me. I see them young, well and “running proud”. Maybe I have done the best..and all I could have done.

Pat from TX