I lost my dog a minature dachshound last year. She was a wonderful friend to us. She was sweet to other animals, and raised our other baby dachshound in a very loving manner. She had undiagnosed diabetes and subsequently developed pancreatitis, which is a very painful condition. Mark, you would not have known she was sick. She lost weight, and we made a vet appointment for here. The night before we put her down, she slept with my husband and I–she slept next to me and would lick me every so often. The vet said her pacreatic enzymes were the highest he had ever seen. The specialist basically told us that she would not recover. Putting her down was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I didn’t want her to suffer more. Because of Honey’s unconditional love, my husband and I decided to adopt a dog from the shelter. Thank you for your courage in writing your book!
Gaye from KY
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I said to my husband, ‘I want that puppy the one with the flippy ears’ and so it began a never ending cycle of 2 goofy people and an equally goofy dog. We got our evil puppy from a shelter over ten years ago. We were not aware that one chewed sofa, several chairs, seven shoes and several marbles later how entertaining and exasperating she would be. She has her share of health problems which I will share a little later but she is an amazing canine.
Weezie from NJ
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Although we’ve spoken on the phone on your show a couple of times over the years and indirectly through e-mail via our mutual buddy, Scott, my wife told me I must finally write to you personally. I don’t know about you, but as “head of the household”, I generally find it expedient to do exactly what my wife tells me, LOL! If you’ll bear with me a moment I’ll explain why.
We bought your book, Rescuing Sprite, when it came out, but I haven’t read it yet. My wife is reading it now. Tonight, while dozing on the couch after an early night out and a wee bit too much to eat and drink my wife, Pam, woke me from my peaceful repose shouting, “Is this you??? Did you write this??? You’re in Mark’s book!!!”.
She then proceeded to recite to me the comment I left on marklevinfan.com, after your Thanksgiving broadcast in 2006, which you quoted on page 125 in chapter nine of your book.
“Yes, I wrote that.” I said.
“Well, then you have to write to him right now, because you’re in his book!”, she said.
Asserting my authority as Man of the House, I paused, then replied, “Uh, well, umm, OK.” So here we are.
The reason Pam is just now reading your book, the reason I haven’t yet, but am about to, and the reason we finally got out of the house and went to an early night out on the town and had too much to eat and drink – on the strong advise from a wise and trusted friend – is that yesterday, on Monday, June 30, 2008 at approximately 6:30 pm, we watched the sky fall down, the stars in the heavens dim and our world cave in as our beloved 12 year old dog-child went to sleep for the very last time, his handsome face cradled in our hands, on our living room floor.
He was a purebred German Shepherd we adopted at eight weeks old from a friend of a friend. His father had been a bomb-sniffing K-9 in New Jersey. They had temporarily named him, “Moondoggie, The Big Kahuna” from a Beach Blanket movie. We liked the name, but we dropped the “Moondoggie” and just called him “Kahuna” or sometimes, “The Big K”. His AKC name was officially, “William (after my Grandfather, and Shakespeare, who’s birthday, April 23 rd, he shared) St. George (after a 98 yr. old beloved Greek neighbor who also had the same Birthday) The Braveheart (after William Wallace per my distant Scottish heritage and his natural disposition). Read the rest of this entry »
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Years ago, my ex and I had a wonderful Dalmatian. “Happy”
was a devil for two years and then became a good girl for the next ten.
She would find any injured bird and bring it home or to us when we would walk at a local university in Long Beach.
And when we moved to Gods country in Coarsegold, Ca. she found other injured fowl.
Never crunching them – always with a soft mouth. The local vets would roll their eyes with a smile and say what kind of bird did Happy bring us today. Sometimes a fishook in their throat, a broken wing, etc. Canadian goose, duck, egrit, segull, you name it – she found it. I will always miss her. One of many pets I have had over the years. Right now, as a single lady I have a Mastiff, Choc Lab, mutt and three Jack terrorists, I refer to them, affectionately.
I love your show, Mark and loved your Sprite book!
Lovingly,
Madelyn from CA
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Dear Mr. Levin,
I just wanted to thank you so much for your book. Your story of your boy Sprite helped me so much with my boy Jake. He was a 6 year old dalmatian,that was a in home rescue. I got him when he was 9 months old and I had him for 5 years 9 months and 10 days. He had kidney stones problems,which some dalmatian do have.
I felt so bad,that I couldn’t help him. I took him to the vets at turn of a page.
The staff knew us by name. The Yorkshire Veterinary Clinic staff was great.
When I finally had to decide to let Jake go. They wept and sent me a beautiful card,that each staff memeber wrote in it.
I felt I let him down. That was almost 6 yrs ago.
After reading your book this week. I knew I wasn’t alone and I did everything I could.
He was amazing dog,he never had to muzzeled or sedated when they did x-rays and catherized him. He never growled or snapped. The vets couldn’t believe it.
So I know your boy Sprite and my boy Jake are playing together up in heaven.
I now have a choclate lab named Drew,he is my best friend. Right at my side.
Dogs are trually are man’s best friend.
Thank you so much for your book,it healed a broken heart,that was still broken after almost 6 yrs.
God Bless you Mr. Levin and your family and your boys.
Sally Sue from NY
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PeeWee saved my family’s life. She was a miniature Yorkie. Early one morning she came in my bedroom pestering me. No go away it is not time to get up. She did this two more times. Finally she left the bedroom. A minute later my daughter burst into the bedroom screaming the dishwasher is on fire. Not only was it on fire it was full of plastic which would have killed all six of us with the poisonous fumes.She was small and wonderful. I have great respect for her and miss her very much.
Susan from TX
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