This is our Siberian Husky, her name is Foxy. She is three years old now. I was always raised to not have an animal in the home. When my girlfriend and her moved in .We almost gave her up. I am so glad we changed our minds Foxy is our best friend. I have had to forgive her for chewing some of my apartment up.I just know in my heart we could not let such a smart and beautiful  animal go. I have recently taught her how to give a Obama fist pound.*LOL*

Shane from TN

Dear mark,
i just heard you talk to jerry, who was about to put down his cat, rocky.
if there is anyone in the world who can comfort a person going throgh such sadness, it is you .
god bless you.

Lila from NY

Mark,

I’m listening to Jerry making his decision to send Rocky on his way to peace and painlessness. I have tears in my eyes. Here’s a wonderful poem that gave me comfort when I put my beloved Peanut to sleep in 2000

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this-the last battle-can’t be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don’t let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn’t want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don’t grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We’ve been so close-we two-these years,
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

* Unknown

Cindy from CA

I am probably the last person to have read your book, and it touched me deeply.  I am so sorry about the loss of you friend.
This year I have lost both of my standard poodles. Pongo was 10, and Aspen throw away…. she was a perfect dog in every way.  I let her go, she had cancer. That was so hard, I cried for days.  Then 5 months later my white standard poodle Klondike, he was only 7,who was my best friend, we found that he a painful brain tumor that he has had since birth. I chose to let him go. I like you took it hard.  I could not get out of bed for days, and when I did, I cried, depressed.
I believe that our Lord will let us see them again….
Now I have a 7 month old bull terrier, her name is Moo.  I love her so much.  She will never replace my poodles, however she came to me in a state that she really needed me to help her .  She had special needs.  She is proving to be my best friend everyday, and I pray for many, many years to come.
Thank you for writing your book.  It is nice to know that someone else out there in this crazy world carries that stong bond with a furry faced friend.

Cat from CO

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals that had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing;
they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet,
you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet,
so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Dan from AZ

This is Trevor.  My husband and I brought him into our family on 25 April 2000.  He was nine months old, and had spent most of those months as \”pitbull bait\”, malnourished and beaten.

Trevor loves to jog with me every morning, and has one of the biggest sweet tooths you will ever see.  He also tolerates the cats.

He has taught me a lot too.  Regardless of how bad or good my day has been, Trevor is still going to be there to greet me everyday wagging his stub of a tail.

Brandi from OK