Having just recently discovered Mark Levin, as our local station (KXNT-Las Vegas) only recently started carrying Mark’s show, I was sad to hear about his wonderful dogs.. My wife and I, on last Thursday, had to put to sleep our wonderful Poncho. He had been in heart failure for the last several months, but with several drugs, he had been doing fairly well. On Thursday, he couldnt even stand up, so we took him back to the vet, and the vet advised us that there was nothing he could do, so we had Poncho put to sleep. We had him cremated, and we just recieved his ashes today. We had the little guy for over 13 years. We miss him greatly..

Dave from Nevada

I own have a German Shepherd/Husky mix and had him for several years. Can’t imagine life without him. The animal shelter named him Sebastian. He was found wandering around and was in captivity for over a year. When my mom, sister, and I were searching for animals on the shelter’s website, my mom found his photo and profile. We knew it was a perfect match before even meeting the actual dog. During the summer of that year, my mother’s cousin came to visit and she was carrying my youngest brother (who was only three then) in her arms into the pool and she didn’t see where it started to slant downward (she was walking backwards) and tripped. Sebastian immediately jumped into the pool and saved my little brother’s life, pulling him out of there.

Boaz from New Jersey

This is my story about our faithful family member, Lucky. We put our baby boy to sleep only a month ago, so our pain is still fresh in our hearts. He was an 11-year-old Maltese when he died and had been a part of our family since he was a puppy. And boy was he a handful from the beginning. I swear puppies are worse than kids. He was terrible with all the chewing, biting and getting into boyish mischief, I thought I was going to pull my hair out of my head. He was a little 10-pound dog who thought he was a German Sheppard. Always ready to take on whatever dog dared step paw into our front yard. And Lucky was a pampered pooch. My mother babysat our kids while my husband and I worked and as such, Lucky would head over to grandmas as well each day. He was as much her dog as he was ours. Lucky loved us all, but worshipped my husband and mother.

Up until the end of July, he was his usual puppy playfulness. Then my husband and I noticed a change in him the beginning of August. He wasn’t eating that much and he was acting lethargic. I thought it was due to the weather as the Texas sun was really starting to heat up. One day I was on the floor rubbing his head and around his jaw when I noticed a lump on the right side. My husband got down and felt it and was immediately inconsolable. He said it was his lymph node and knew it was cancer even before we took him to the vet. The vet did a biopsy on the area, and the results were just as predicted….cancer. The vet gave him 2 months, told us to take him home and that we would know when the time was right to put him to sleep. My mother was devastated. During the middle of September he started bleeding out of his mouth and making a snoring-like noise when he breathed. The vet said these were contributed to the growth pushing into his mouth and nasal cavity, and that the bleeding would get worse. It was pure torture listening to him make that horrible noise and bleeding more and more each day.
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In the 70’s , I got my dog ,Trixie , from a pet store for free because she was getting too big and older, 3 mths. She was a mix breed type dog aka mutt. My mother during the ice age of the 70’s taught her to fetch the paper. And in spring time would escort my grandmother on her daily walks. One day , Gramma, fell in the back yard, Trixie started to circle my grandmother barking. At that time my cousin came into the backyard but couldn’t get to my grandmother because Trixie didn’t know him. As he said “That lil dog scared the beegeesus out of me” Luckily , she knew my uncle. She’s been missed dearly since 1987 when my mom had to put her down. Thankyou

Tom :) from New York

Throughout my life I have always been surrounded by dogs in spite of living in an apartment in the city. The minimum was 2,at times as many as 5.
Exactly the same as humans,all are or were unique individuals-splendid specimens of pedigreed standards or mixed breeds of unknown heritage .All were either brought in directly from the street in very poor condition or given to us. We usually had large sized guys and they all understood their position inside a household and there was only the rare ,quick fight for dominance which ended as soon as they heard the command “out!!!!!”
Some were incredibly intelligent with an ESP quality about them while others were simply lovable dummies.A few had remarkable drive/motivation and inbred skills for protection and obedience and strove to please.
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Greatest dog faithfulness story — it was Homer’s epic of the Trojan War — part II — the Odyssey — in which Odysseus’ faithful dog Argos was first to recognize the hero upon his return. I can recall holding my breath reading the epic, hoping that the dog would not betray his master with a friendly bark of other form of recognition.

My current dog, a miniature schnauzer, sleeps under the bed with her paws extended under the dust ruffle. The pooch snores in synchrony with my wife.

The pic is with her mom

Jackinnj from New Jersey