When I first got Raiko, she got out of the fence . I went looking next to my house and walked up on 8-10 (16-17 yrs old) kids in a circle kicking my dog around for fun. I walked, armed with only a really pissed off look and picked up Raiko. I walked out of there with my dog and those punks never messed with us again. Years later, she woke me up by chewing on my arm when my house burned down. She saved my and my roommates’ life(and his dog ‘William’.) This was actually a pic from 06′ she died in 07′. I called her “Baby Girl” and she was my friend always.

Dennam from Florida

While our dog Bunni (who we had to have put down 1 1/2 years ago at the age of 16) loved to ride with us – anywhere – one great event we often talk about is how she disciplined me. One day, while my lovely wife and I were having a slightly heated discussion, Bunni jumped up on the couch (where I was sitting). She firmly planted her left leg on my leg, and then she proceeded to SLAP me in the face with an open right paw; then, she just stared at me for a few seconds as if to say “stop it, and stop it now!” Needless to say, my wife and I started laughing so hard that we forgot what we were arguing about. Bunni was the dog from heaven, the dog I always wanted: a bundle of love, loyalty, a great pal, and the family’s protector at all costs. She was an amazing animal that we will never forget. She was “daddy’s little girl”.

Stan from CA

We had a sweet dog named Minnie. A Pekinses rescued from a shelter. Somewhat disabled born without a knee cap on her right rear leg. She walked and ran like “Chester”. She didn’t know she was different and we never told her. She was the biggest dog in the yard. Got tough for her to get around. Vet said she had problems in the spine. He gave me pills to give to her. I did.

Minnie was soft, long hair, frisky and, snorted. Usually when she was happy. She liked her belly rubbed.
Minnie was friends with our other dog Kate. An Australian Shepard. Lord they loved to play. I still see pictures in my mind.

They were pards and best friends chasing down things in the yard.
A couple of days after the vet .. I came home to find Minnie on the step where I’d left her that morning. She was gone.! It appeared to be a stroke or something. I tried to revive her but, it was too late . . she’d been gone too long. I held that small dog in my arms and cried, like I’ve never cried.
Kate was there barking and very much aware of the moment. It was a tough time for her too. Kate stopped eating for a bit. She wouldn’t sleep . . roamed and moaned … and howled sometimes. She paid no attention to the rabbits and things in the yard.

Now . . it’s been 8 months and Kate’s come’n around. We have a new friend we got from the pound. To us, she resembles Minnie . . to Kate who knows but, she’s happy again.
Dogs think . . Dogs feel . . Dogs care . . Dogs Love!

David

I love dogs. Never had any as a child. In the 80’s I got a pup who was to beome the love of my life. I named her “Sunshine”. This is really a 2 dog story that is real. Sunshine had a Stroke at about 8 years of age. The Vet said, “I should have brought her sooner” There was nothing he could give hr now to help. Tearfully I got her down from the table and cried al the way home. Next day I got an advt. I’d saved from the local paper stating, “I make House Calls for Old Dogs & Old People. I called and had my first and lasting Housccall Veterninarian. She went over Sunshine from head to tail. Then let her walk udoors and saw her staggeing gate & fall. She said she’ll make it but will need nursing care. Relieved, I changed her diet and fed her food and with a Turkey baister, massaged her throat until I was sure it was down right. She’d have helped me if she could have. We had a few months of the TLC and love for each other when one day I noticed her breath smelled different. “Something” told me she wasn’t gonna be well again. That night I sang her song as many times before. “You are MY Sunshine”. That night was different as it was my Good bye to her. When I called the Vet in the morning she came when she could and checked my “Sunshine” over and said she is in Kidney Failure.
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The timing of your Hannity and Colmes interview could not have been better. We ordered your book today and look forward to reading a story our broken hearts can connect with. On October 10th, we said “goodbye for now” to our best friend, Sam. We so badly miss his presence in our lives, but we find comfort in our belief that God has a special place for him in Heaven (along with our 3 other dogs). Thank you for having the courage to write from your heart and for your determination to see this book through even if it means bucking the tough-conservative guy trend and temporarily getting off the political spin merry-go-round. I’ll be happy to recommend your book to the countless number of friends who have experienced similar losses in the past few years. In closing, it sounds to me like Sprite lives on…

TJ from Texas

This will be short. In 1973 my dad, who was then stationed at the Pentagon, came home in his military uniform carrying his government issued briefcase and in the corner of his arm was this small little fuzz ball. We named her Fifi, a beautiful angora kitten with big green eyes. For the next 17 years she was a major part of my growing up. From junior high all the way through college. Then one day she started getting sick and I finally had to put her to sleep. The thing that scared me the most was that my reaction to the death of my cat was so painful that I wondered how on earth I will be able to handle the death of my parents and or my two bothers and my husband. I was devistated by the lose of Fifi. I’m having a hard time listening to your podcast at work because I just want to start crying. I plan to order several of your book for friends who have lost great pets.

Jeanette from MT