I wanted to tell you about my dog Niki. I found her at a gas station. Some not so good looking people were trying to sell her for who knows what reason. I stopped for just a sec to look at a pitiful looking puppy. She was filthy and shaking and looked like she hadn’t been fed in a few days. Although my instincts told me to walk away and avoid the scam, my heart went out to the pup. We bonded right away, and I couldn’t leave such a helpless animal in that condition. I cut a deal with her keepers and took her home. Niki and I became best friends right away. I am a truck driver, and she was a natural trucker. I took her everywhere with me. We spent nearly every moment with each other for over 3 years. She was my copilot, fishin buddy, friend when I had no other, and accepted member of my whole family. Last October I had an ATV accident. I destroyed my knee, and needed surgery. While I was getting cut up, I asked my parents to watch her for a day of so. While Niki was there, the wind blew open their back door. She went for a walk, and wandered into the road.
While I was recovering from surgery, the one person who would have been able to ease the pain and cheer me up, was only with me in my thoughts. I miss her dearly, and still can’t talk about her without shedding a tear.Among the hardest things that I have had to live through, burying her is second only to life without her.
Thanks, Mark, for this opportunity to tell my story. I’m a long time listener and I’m looking forward to reading your book.

Seth from Indiana