I recently lost my dog Max who was only a little over 3 years old. He was hit by a car on a road that I never knew he went by. He was on his way back home when he was hit and killed. This is the first pet that our family has lost and it has been very difficult. It gets a little bit easier every day, but the pain of it all is still very much there. It seems like a bad dream. No more Max to greet us when we come home. No Max to play fetch with in the yard. Atleast we can now talk and laugh about him without becoming depressed. I am uncertain if I want to get another dog, we probaby will because my husband said it will help with the healing process. However, I do not know if I can go through this again. I know someday the animal will die and we will have to go through this all over again. I am confused and uncertain as to what I should do.

Nora from MI

My parents loved and cared for animals all of their lives. They introduced us ( my older brother and younger sister) to animals from birth. We were raised with cats, dogs, fish and any wild animal that needed caring for with injuries received in the wild. My mom would nurse them back to health and we would release them with a few tears in our eyes, but we Knew it was for the best. Mark you would not believe me but my mom and dad fed every fish, raccoon, squirrel, duck, blue heron and small alligators in the RV park in Florida where they lived. The neighbors would come down at sunset to see at least 40 raccoons eating with each other in their yard. The squirrels would come up to you and take peanuts out of your pockets. My children loved going to see grandma and grandpa in Florida 4 to five times a year. I gave up owning animals 10 years ago. I had my heart broken too many times by losing my best friends to illnesses or old age. I still shed a tear now and then for their losses. Some of my childhood pets were the best and loyalist friends I had ever had. Mark I love your show and my God bless you for everything you do. Keep up the important work.

Sincerely yours,
Robert from NY

I adopted a domestic shorthair cat from the New Hanover (NC) Humane Society in September 2003, my first semester of graduate school. Tino and I lived for three years in a 500 square foot apartment while I finished two MAs. I have a motor neuron disease that causes me to fall semi-regularly, and Tino soon learned to sense when I was about to fall and warn me. If I did fall, he would come over and curl up next to me until I was able to get up, letting me know things were ok.

We moved in with my parents in NJ after I graduated in 2006. With nearly quadruple the room, Tino stopped attaching himself to my hip and became much more independent. I was sad, but knew he was my pal, especially after the following incident.

In March 2007, I had a typical errand-filled day. I had an acupuncture appointment, then went to Borders for the new Type O Negative CD. I got home and the Mark Levin Show had just started. It was warm, and I really wanted to listen to Levin, so I decided to clean out my car. Tino was sitting in front of our glass storm door watching me as I went about my business. I cleaned the driver’s area out, then the driver’s side rear passenger area out, then started on the passenger’s side rear area. I noticed a newspaper under the seat in front of it and an empty water bottle and knelt down to get it. I was cleaning out junk when my mom appeared out of nowhere (I had been home about 45 minutes at this point) making sure I was ok.

Apparently Tino, who had been watching me from the storm door, saw me go down, thought I fell, and ran into the family room where mom was and kept loudly meowing until she got up. He then led her to the front door, where she saw my running car but not me.

Who says a cat can’t be a service animal?

Four months later, my world was destroyed. Tino died of a massive heart attack on July 13, 2007. I was in the hospital, recovering from surgery I had undergone two days prior. I never got to say goodbye to my four-legged guardian angel.

Jenifer from MD

Welsh Corgi named Buck is the terror of all my animals. Definitely samll but mighty.
I live in a very rural aprt of Western NM. I rescue animals as in our county Catron there is not an animal shelter.
The county is 7,500 sq miles !
Anywa someone picked up Buck on October 5th between 3-4pm off Omega road. The person is thought to be a hunter. Thsi person could be living anywhere.
Buck is a sable with a white face. He has a black toenail on his front paw & one on his back paw.
Please help bring Buck home.

Best
Kimberly from NM

Great one:

You are awesome, my friend. The bible hasn’t been added to in thousands of years. I think it may just be time to put some of your words in there!

Attached is a picture of my beloved Vana, the most wonderful companion who’s ever graced the face of the Earth. She had just won her obedience title and took first place! (That’s me standing next to her. At left is the Trial Secretary.)

Vana was cheerful in all weather. Gentle, yet courageous. Devoted.

I was raised by an alcoholic, abusive jerk. I learned at a young age not to cry. In fact, I can’t remember ever crying in my 43 years. But when it came time to put Vana to sleep and the veterinarian pronounced her dead, I cried a gut-wrenching, head-ache inducing, snot-draining cry that, looking back, certainly reflected the pain I was feeling.

The Good Lord certainly smiled when He made Vana, and He certainly smiled when He brought her to His home. I thank Him for her, and I thank Him for Mark Levin!

Great one, thanks for allowing me the opportunity to leave on your Dog Corner a “memorial” to the greatest canine — Liberty Run’s Vana — I’ve ever known.

Blessings to you, your family and staff.

Patrick from MD

Now eight years old, Puma and I met 3 years ago, when I was volunteering at a local shelter. Unlike her “friends”, she was curled up in her crate and detached. We decided to become “roommates” and over the last few years she has slowly begun to accept affection. Being half Chow-Chow, she has always appreciated admiration!!
She has brought such unexpected joy and has even become a local TV celebrity! She is easily recognized as we stroll the streets of Chicago and, generally, when people see or recognize her, a smile is their first response.
She has inspired me to create a wholesale design and manufacturing firm which will produce apparel for large breed dogs (40 lbs +). She is 95 lbs and very agreeable to wearing her wardrobe of visors, raincoats and seasonal items! Her visors filter the sun from damaging her sight. In a few months, please look for items with the “Tailored” label. They will also indicate “Tailored in the USA” and a portion of the profits will be sent to shelters.

Rita from IL