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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I miss my Baby Panda, Mark. We put her to sleep on 12/15/08 (13 years & 4 months old). I just can’t stop crying; she was such a beautiful Chow. What’s so terrible is that my 3 cats miss her. I would let all 4 animals out the back door and they would all sit with us around our swing in the back. Our Baby Panda would never hurt the cats; she loved them all.
She is so missed. She had 4 knee surgeries and had many health issues but my husband (her “daddy”) loved her so much that no cost was too high to pay for her wellbeing.
We have had 6 cats so far and 2 dogs (all strays except Panda who was simply not wanted as a little puppy). We were blessed to have her.
Nancy from IN
I slept in the lazyboy the last two weeks of his life. He liked to raise his head and see me there , it comforted him. The least I could do for the love of my life, my Zac, a 15 year old Dingo-Heeler.
The first time we met , Zac was only about 3 hours old. I hated crawling under that family\’s house up on cinder blocks. It was dark, wet, cobwebs everywhere. I crawled in mud, all the way to the center. The mother dog was nursing her babies like every proud mama. I never knew how they got a full bloodied Dingo dog here in the states but she was, they had papers to prove it. I shined my light over to a mud puddle when I heard a whimper. There he was, a shivering white mess, caked with mud. I immediately crawled to him and picked him up without even looking at the other pups. I gently carried him because the owners yelled up under there that I should let nature take it\’s course , that the mother had dropped him giving birth and had damaged his hips. She was going to let him starve to death, it was instinct. How could I have left him? How would I have slept? After much protest I got in my car and put him on my lap. One of his eyes was opened, don\’t know what happened there. I named him \”Zak\” immediately because it means \”God has remembered\”. I stopped at the grocery store , not knowing what to do or how to feed a newborn. So I did what I knew to do with my own daughter. Bought a baby bottle and baby formula. It was late. I washed him in warm water, handling him as gingerly as I could. The next day at the vet\’s office the news was grim. Zak had fractured hips, Parvo, heart worms. He said that even if he lived through those diseases , he would be crippled and never walk. Other than God, I don\’t know what drove me , I just did not listen. I could not look into those blue eyes and end his life when Zak was so determined to live on love alone. I poured my whole paychecks into this puppy. Arsenic for the heart worms, IV for the Parvo , around the clock, that I administered myself. I moved my mattress onto the floor and gave Zak his own pillow. He slept well next to me and I did not want him to feel distant. And even though tears are welling up in my eyes right now, I have to say that even though his eyes were not all the way opened he crawled, dragging his legs to hit the paper when he had to potty. He wanted to please his new mom so much. The baby formula was too strong so I and the vet created our own. The doctor got attached to Zak along with everyone that he met. He never had the chance to go through that puppy stage, frolicking , playing. He was an old soul in a puppy body. He just seem to touch everyone he met. (more…)
