Great Book!
I loved your “Resuing Sprite” book, and hope it will remain in print, as it is hard to obtain in NZ.
Alison from New Zealand
Although Mark Levin is known as a constitutional lawyer and a nationally syndicated broadcaster, he is, first and foremost, a dog lover. In 1998, he and his family welcomed a half-Border Collie/half-Cocker Spaniel they named Pepsi into their lives. Six years later, his wife and son persuaded him to adopt a dog from the local shelter, a Spaniel mix. It turned out he was older than originally thought, and he was the most beautiful dog they'd ever seen. They named him Sprite.
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Listener Stories
GiGi
This is our dog Gianni. GiGi for short.
She is so lovable, and spoiled.
She supports our troops, and our conservative ways.
Whenever she hears Nobama on T.V. she barks at us to turn him off;)
Allison from FL
Zoe Squirt McDufus, July 10, 1994-June 6, 2009
I had to send my baby old lady Cairn girl to Doggie Heaven this morning. She had declined since her bout with gastroenteritis a few months ago. Over the past couple of weeks her appetite became nonexistent, she was drinking more and more water, and it was obvious her cognitive function was decreasing. She would eat only Moist and Meaty, and I found that thrown up in the yard this morning. I also found very dark poops in odd places in the yard. When she was trying to sleep, I could feel her shiver like she was in pain. This was too much like the symptoms my first Cairn Cricket had when she died of cancer on the day of the Oklahoma City Bombing.
I cut a lock of hair and drove her to the vet. I couldn’t be with her because I wanted to remember her alive.
Huey misses her terribly. He keeps looking in the laundry room and her crate. I’ll try to write more later.
I’m heartbroken, even though I know I did the right thing.
Paula in Colorado with Huey the Cairn, and Zoe the Cairn in Doggie Heaven
My dog Ty
My dog Ty
I want to celebrate Ty’s life because he gave so much to me over the past 12 years. Not a kinder, sweeter, more intelligent or beautiful dog existed than Ty. He was a tri-colored Australian Shepherd. I had to let go of him yesterday, 6/5/09, as a mass within him burst and he slowly was losing his life. The vet and I discussed interventions but any would have put him through a great deal of trauma with no guarantee that it would not happen again in a couple of months or so.
I chose to allow the vet to help him along while I held him, thanked him for being my dog, and loved him until he couldn’t hear me anymore.
My house and my life are emptier and I am hurting with grief. I have his younger brother, Bow, but one dog cannot replace the uniqueness of another. Bow has refused to eat and looks for Ty in all the usual places. At this point in my life, I have little to no family and I find myself somewhat alone so I took both dogs with me everywhere, stores, camping, walks, and trips as my companions and friends.
I still feel Ty’s spirit with me and probably will for a long time. I have to believe that God have someplace special for our friends and we will see them again. I thank anyone for taking the time to read this, as I have no one to share my sorrow with.
Pat from MI
Rusty
The events of this story are almost 10 years old now. Every morning I walked my dog, Rusty, at about 6:00 AM regardless of the day of the week. Rusty was a mix of Rhodesian Ridgeback and an unspecifed terrier, making him look like an overgrown rust-colored beagle hound. Anyhow, one October morining in 1999, I had to go to work early for a meeting at 7:30 on the then popular Y2K projects. My wife was delegated to walk Rusty that morning. While walking through the small park near our home, Rusty began smelling a jacket thrown on the ground near a tree. The coat “moved” as Rusty was sniffing and pawing at the jacket. There was a newborn baby girl wrapped in the jacket. The local police were summoned and the baby taken to a hospital in Newark. Coincidently, one of the nurses in the maternity/critical care area was an acquaintance of our family and we were able to track the progress of the baby girl, who ended up being ok and ultimately adopted. According to this nurse, the baby would have died if left out in the damp weather for another one to two hours. Due to my wife’s modesty and not wanting attention, Rusty became an unknown, barely mentioned hero in a small article printed in the Newark Star Ledger a day or two later. My wife said that possibly the reason for us having Rusty, at all, was to find that girl. We adopted him only two months before this from the Hillside Friends of Animals, and since we were hardly ever at home, I did not want to have a dog there without our attention, loving or otherwise. The mother of the baby was discovered, but was never prosecuted to the best of my knowledge. She was mentioned as being the daughter of a close friend of a Democratic elected official. Also the baby was racially mixed, mother white, father black. The mother’s family didn’t want the embarrasment, and the daughter wouldn’t get an abortion. So she left it in the park hoping someone would find it. Sad for the mother, good for the baby and Rusty was put to sleep this March with cancer. God bless him and the baby he found.
I am at work and do not have access to a jpg of the dog, as a matter of fact, I only have hard-copy pictures anyway. He was a beautiful animal and I loved him dearly, at least most days.
John from NJ
Remy
Hi there,
I truly loved your book, so much so I bought three copies and gave them to a few friends and family.
I just finished reading about your pets. I have a Weimaraner named Remy. When she was 7 we found out that she has Mast cell cancer. The vet took off the masses that were there and all seemed fine for 6 months when I noticed that the tumors were returning. My vet suggested chemo with a 60% chence that it would take care of the cancer. It was a hard decision but since Remy wasn’t in pain nor any inability to be herself we decided to opt out and see how things progress. Remy just had her 10th birthday and as of now there has not been any changes. She is truly a love bug and even shares our queen size bed along with our 3 year old Weimaraner, Spaten. Boy, does that make a tight fit at night! But we love our furchildren so much.
It’s funny that our cats, Chumley and Shadow run the roost and make sure to remind the dogs every once in a while with just a wisp of the paw to their nose and all is fine.
Can anyone out there give me information where I could find a non-biased report of Mast Cell carcinoma?
I truly loved your book, so much so I bought three copies and gave them to a few friends and family.
I just finished reading about your pets. I have a Weimaraner named Remy. When she was 7 we found out that she has Mast cell cancer. The vet took off the masses that were there and all seemed fine for 6 months when I noticed that the tumors were returning. My vet suggested chemo with a 60% chence that it would take care of the cancer. It was a hard decision but since Remy wasn’t in pain nor any inability to be herself we decided to opt out and see how things progress. Remy just had her 10th birthday and as of now there has not been any changes. She is truly a love bug and even shares our queen size bed along with our 3 year old Weimaraner, Spaten. Boy, does that make a tight fit at night! But we love our furchildren so much.
It’s funny that our cats, Chumley and Shadow run the roost and make sure to remind the dogs every once in a while with just a wisp of the paw to their nose and all is fine.
Can anyone out there give me information where I could find a non-biased report of Mast Cell carcinoma?
Susan from CA