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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Anyway this dog meant so much to me. whenever i had problems, she was there to console me. As i heard someone else say once… She was a short kid, in a fur coat. That dog was in tune with me, she knew when i was happy, upset, or whatever.
a couple years ago she was poisoned by the tainted food that got in Walmart brand dog food. by the time I found out about the problem it was too late. I watched her waste away over several weeks. Part of me wanted to put her down, but at the same time a part of me hoped she would somehow recover. She didn’t get better, only worse. Until her kidneys shut down. I made my mind up to have her put to sleep, cause for the first time i recognized suffering… she didn’t make it through the weekend. She fought death so hard, and it was so hard watching her. finally i was petting her, i told her it was ok, she could go. within 10 minutes she passed. Somehow i know that dog understood me. She knew what i meant. If you ever had a dog that was so close to you, you know what I mean. For the 8 years I had her, she gave me so much hapiness, and joy.
After she died i researched it and found that dogs are only property, and her value would be only a few dollars so far as a court would be concerned. $20-25m or so. I just found that something so priceless to me, was of no real value to a court. There was no good reason for legal action, in my view.
If you had anything to do with the company that poisoned so many animals, you should be ashamed for what you did to so many.
As I look out my office window, I see my wonderful husband of 21 years, John, playing in the dirt. Oh, he’s pretending to be working on a yard project but he’s definitely playing in the dirt. At his feet is a beautiful white dog we’ve nick-named Igloo because she’s about that size. She shows up from time to tim,e, gets some love and a pail of food, hangs around for a couple of days then leaves only to return a few weeks later. It’s my husband’s compassion and love for animals that led him to take on the challenge of domesticating Walnut. Sigh. Walnut’s a cat. A beautiful silvery tabby who showed up one rainy day as we unloaded a truck filled with our possessions at a new home. Walnut may have sauntered down our driveway, bellowing loudly, but he wanted no part of people. Somehow, my food storage containers ended up outside with food and water in them. Somehow, eventually, John managed to pet and then hold Walnut. Walnut still wouldn’t come in, though, until it snowed about six months into our growing love affair with him. Graceful and loving, we felt blessed by his presence. When two boys also needing homes moved in, we thought Walnut might be skittish. Nope. He settled down between them as they played as if to say “So, guys, what are we up to today?”. Walnut is the gentlest of souls. He always knows when someone is hurt, ill or upset—sometimes sensing it, walking into the room, sniffing and then hopping into the lap of or beside the individual in distress. Amazingly, our granddaughter who lives 2000 miles away visited last summer during a reunion. She was 8-months old at the time. She pulled the hair on Walnut’s head when introduced. He flopped over in front of her and looked us in the eyes as if to say sigh and say “Kids.” He never shied away from her the entire time she was here. Other cats and a couple of dogs have also found their way into the Hibler Hotel for Homeless Creatures and Walnut adopts them all as his children, actually grooming them until they push him away. Walnut himself became horribly ill last fall. A bladder infection we had thought cured came back on him full force. His kidneys started to shut down and it was only with the care of an extraordinary vet that he survived. He had shown so much love to us. Each night, I carried him upstairs to our bedroom. He couldn’t make the trip himself and I couldn’t bear for him to be alone. As ill as he was, as soon as I opened the door he would try to squirm out of my arms to sleep on the corner of the bed, his favorite spot when not playing nurse himself. We cried at the possibility of losing this precious soul. He has since regained the weight he lost and is teaching his protege, a spunky little kitten named “Maxx”, the art of providing comfort. The lesson is being learned. I cried my eyes out reading “Rescuing Sprite”. Who was beside me, rubbing against me, climbing into my lap and purring loudly? Maxx. Oh, I just noticed. Walnut is busy keeping Igloo and John company. I think maybe Igloo is in need of a furry companion with whom he can discuss all her cares and worries. Walnut is the perfect angel with whom Igloo–and the rest of us–can share our woes as well as our celebrations. Yes, I realize this corner is primarily for dogs, but sometimes it’s our cats from whom we learn the most about life and loving without conditions.
Trudy from MO
We have three \”toy\” poodles and have raised puppies to sell on occasion. The last time we did this we had one puppy that was the \”runt\” of the litter. We\’ll be keeping her because it appears she has a few brain problems. She is \”very\” small and is the size (and will remain that size) of a \”tea-cup\” poodle. Will try and post a few pics/videos of this cute little darling, later.
George from Georgia
I thought this would be something you would like to read.
A PET’S TEN COMMANDMENTS……..
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me. Read the rest of this entry »
