We had to put our cat to sleep in October. It was a sad day that brought tears to my eyes again today after reading about Sarah, a cat that belonged to Scott Adams, the author of Dilbert. Read the story.

http://dilbert.com/blog/entry/my_cat_again/

Claude from PA

Dear Mark:

My wife Nancy and I are listeners to your radio show via WBAP, Arlington/Dallas, Texas. We became especially attached when you brought Sprite to your radio audience, and more especially as Spritey’s issues with life became apparent to us. Then, with the passing of Sprite and the more revealing saga of his life via your book, Rescuing Sprite, the Smiths became much closer to the Levins.

Last year (2007) before Christmas, I bought 4 copies of Rescuing Sprite as Christmas gifts for each of our 3 children, all grown and gone, and one for us. Spritey’s story became especially significant, as it had become apparent our beloved Idgy, a kinda-sorta blond Lab+, was heading toward the final days of her life. I’m rereading parts of your book, as it relates to our saga. We also listened the other night as a caller told of his Golden/Shepherd mix, which is on the same path our Idgy took this past Fall and recent weeks.

On Monday, January 12th 2009, I had the agonizing task of making that ultimate decision for our beloved Idgy, The tears are flowing, hence the reason I could never attempt this message on your radio show. I’m an emotional mess!!! There are so many parallels between Idgy and Sprite, even their looks. The big difference is we had 13+ years with our Idgy, albeit she lived to 15+ years old. She too was a “walk-on.” (more…)

Mark,

This is our Charlie. My parents and I loved her very much and always think about her. She was a beautiful Shiloh Shepherd with a very tenacious personality.

She is gone two years this May and the memories of her always bring a smile to our faces.

All my best to you and your family.

Anthony from NY

I went to pick-up my niece from horse-riding lessons one afternoon.   As I stood there and waited about 7 rowdy terrier puppies came to say hello.    These were obviously ranch puppies covered with fleas and who knows what.   I inquired about keeping one and had the frail little guy handed to me.   I took about 60 fleas off him, gave him a bath, and then had him dewormed (he had hookworms to boot).    “Indy” has been our buddy ever since.   We named him Indy after Independence Day.  That was the day I knew I met the perfect girl in my fiancée.    He speaks (in Dog of course), rolls-over, dances, stands, gives high-fives, gives “Paw.” Outside of the parlor tricks, most of all, he completes our life.

Alberto from FL