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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My baby Dumpling was put to sleep today. He was such a sweet little bunny who loved life until his bunny friend, Lincoln was stolen from my yard last September. He never recovered from his loss and grew very sick. I know that all animals go back Home to God, but it is still very hard. God bless you Dumpling, and thank you for being here for us.
Ed from CA
I was right there with you when Sprite had to be put down as I too lived through all the gut-wrenching pain when I had to put down our beloved dog, Pepper, of 17 years.
That sad time was back in 1988, but there still is not a day that goes by when I do not still ache in my heart for her joy and companionship. Her ashes are in a container on the fireplace.
Of course, I still regret for having kept her alive longer than she deserved, and in retrospect it was a selfish gesture; but I could not part with this dear friend who was more like a child having raised her since she was 8 weeks old.
I have never been able to take in another dog, but I do volunteer as a dog walker at our local animal shelter.
I’m not a cat person, but I have taken in numerous stray cats in our neighborhood to give them a loving home where they can feel safe and live out their lives. At one time we had 7 in total.
Thank you for your book, Mark.
Mark, I listen to you every night. I read your book about Spirte and loved it.
Dogs are my favorite and really are true friends. A lot better than people I know.
God bless you and I hope we meet Srite in dog heaven.
Muriel from IL
Greetings, All-
It is with an extremely heavy heart that I bring you the sad news of the passing of Harriet. After a storied life of more than 15 years, she is finally in doggy heaven. It has been a blessing to have her as a companion for so many years, and the happy memories outweigh the negative 10,000 to 1.
All of you knew her in some capacity- from siblings weekends at Lycoming college, trips up to the hunting cabin, visiting her and Me-ma, bonfires or visits at our house in Vegas, relaxing on the trampoline with her in Me-mas back yard, being the \”tallest dog in Rutherford\”, and 15 years worth of other stories. Her tricks were legendary- my favorites were: speak, pray, and of course \”flea check\”. She would do anything for a bit of cheese. She was also an accomplished hunter, bagging squirrel, chipmunk, rabbit, and an occasional grasshopper.
Harriet was born in the mountains near Dunbar, PA (south of Pittsburgh), in an area nicknamed \”Cow Rock\”: Read the rest of this entry »
