My daughter, Christina fell in love with Miley, a pomapoo, the second she set eyes on her. We thought that a puppy might be just the answer for our 16 year old to gain responsibility, and fill her heart with the love of taking care of a puppy.

When we brought Miley home, Christina whipped in to action by feeding her, taking her outside, cleaning up after her and just loving Miley.

Unfortunately, Miley got very sick with a bacterial infection within the first days that we had her home. Christina did not give up caring for her. She took part in the Vet Visits, long nights sitting up with her and feeding her by hand and giving her medication prescribed to her by the Vet.

I had called Diane, the owner of Whispering Springs, on numerous occasions to update her on Miley\’s condition. Diane was very knowledgeable and willing to take responsibility of any of our needs in this situation.

The contract is solid, that they offer with any purchase of a puppy, and they offered much emotional support, over and beyond our expectations! They were great with us!

With Diane\’s encouragement, and support, Miley is well and the best thing that has happened to our family! We strongly recommend Whispering Springs to any family looking for a puppy.

— Ralph from Budd Lake, NJ

Twelve years ago an angel came into the world and into my life!  Jag was the best dog I have ever owned (my mom had a dog kennel).  He was the sweetest kindest dog in the world!  He was so patient with me and loving.  He was calm and reserved.  He was a dog who thought he was human!  He always looked at other dogs like they were mere animals while he was different.  He also hated Obama and always barked at him when he saw Obama on TV!  A very smart dog!  He passed on Monday, August 20th.  Jag was diagnosed with bladder cancer in November and went downhill very quickly over the weekend.  I had just got a new puppy from PA two weeks before.  My new puppy, Teddy, has not went potty in the house, but twice since I got him.  I think Jag house trained him prior to passing as his last gift to us!  I will always remember Jag and miss him greatly!  I have even been sleeping with the pillows he laid on during his last days (I slept on the floor with him during this time).  He was my best friend and will be greatly missed!  The house is so very empty without him!  I know he is in heaven and I will see him again, but until that time life will not be as bright without him!!

— Noelle from Danville, CA

Our Weimaraner, Gus, was a great friend and companion to our whole family. He loved company as long as they came in the front door, but didn’t like anyone in the back yard. He loved howling at bugle calls, sirens, and when greeting guests. I wrote this poem when he started getting old in hopes of making his passing a little easier on my daughters. It was originally titled Ole Blackie, but I changed it after he died.

Ole Gray Gussy

Ole Gussy lived a happy life, roaming with his master;
They explored ten thousand mountain sides, in search of game and treasure.

He slept at night on soft warm sheets, with pillows too, in piles;
He was treated well and spoken to as if he were a child.

The years went by and he got old, gray hairs were on his muzzle;
His legs were weak, his eyes were dim, skin wrinkled like a puzzle.

One night while he lay sleeping, he dreamp’t of being young;
Running through the fields at dawn, dew sparkling in the sun.

Ole Gussy’s life has ended now, for from the dream he did not waken;
Chasing Rabbits in the fields again, their cottontails a wav’in.

— Christopher from McChord AFB, WA

Eight years ago, a young beagle dumped in the woods about 2 miles from our home.  She stayed in the same area of the road, hiding in the woods. She was a skeleton, and very skittish.  I started leaving her food, as did some of our neighbors. No one could catch her.  With winter coming on, I decided to get this dog.  It took me three months of going there every day armed with cut-up hot dogs that I tossed to her.  She would run up, snatch the hot dog and run away, then come back and wait for more.,  I called her Walela, which means Hummingbird – she was that fast! After 3 months of this, every day, she sat next to me one day, looked into my eyes and sighed.  I knew she wanted to come with me but didn’t know how.  The next day,  I got a large crate, put it on the side of the road, and put the hot dogs in the crate.  I think she was ready to be captured – she went into the crate and I shut the door.  She was alone in the woods for 5 months.  Today, I can’t imagine what she went through. She still hides when strangers come, but otherwise  is the boss of our other 3 dogs. And she still loves hot dogs, cut up and tossed, please.

— Laura from Burnside, KY

I am a spaniel lover, have always had them, have lost 5 so far in my life. Have loved them all so very much and remembering them still brings tears to my eyes , no matter how long they have been gone. It always hurts, thank G-d time has made it a bit easier to deal with. My Springer, William is nearly 12 now, suffering with severe arthritis in all 4 legs, the eyes turning grey more and more these days, he sleeps long and heavy now. I miss his playfulness, his expressive nature always kept me on my toes. He can not hear me any longer either. going thru this process is still so hard, even though i have done it many times. Watching his health deteriorate brings the tears more often again. I appreciate this forum and thank you Mark for being able to express the grief. It helps a great deal

— Nancy from Laytonville, CA

Buddie, was a golden retriever rescue, I got him when he was about 6 mos. old, He was the best dog I ever had. He was with me 24-7 everyday. He just loved to go to work with me. I will miss him forever!!!! I just don’t know if I can get another dog or not. it hurts too much! He was 3yrs. when hit by a car & died….THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME TELL MY STORY!

— Lou from Shelbyville, TN