I would have so much to say about the 4 wondeful dogs I’ve had in my life. The one we have right now is called Clifford (half German Shepard half Lab) and he is our baby. He has his name on the answering machine and I sign his name on every card we send… He’s 5 and I hope he still has many years with us.

Thank you so much for writing this book about Sprite and Pepsi. It made me cry a lot because a lot of what you wrote reminded me of things I went through with my dogs.

Hope Pepsi and Griffen are both doing ok. Give them a big hug for me.

Alexandra from Quebec

Dear Mark…

I’ve been following you since before 9/11 when I first became aware of the presence of Landmark Legal and other freedom fighters on the Internet, In fact, there’s a strong possibility I’m responsible for Hannity referring to you as “The Great One”, and we have a mutual friend in David Horowitz. So happens I just lost my little best friend last saturday. Here’s a little eulogy I wrote for her…

It is my sad task to report on the passing of my best little pal for the last 9 years, Skinny the Cat. Skinny was her official name because when we first met, I took her to the vet for a checkup, and when the vet asked me for her name, I said:”…I don’t know…she’s a skinny little cat, so how about Skinny?”. Skinny was ordinary as far as cats go, just a simple black and white shorthair female I first met around Christmas in 1999 when I bought my house in Seaside. There was this feral cat hanging around the yard that wouldn’t let me get too close. There’s lots of gophers around here and I’d see her running along the fence in the back with a gopher she’s nabbed for dinner, and all the while we were together she was always on the lookout for that fresh meat for lunch. The gophers around here will be telling tales of the legend of the great black and white gopher hunter for a long time to come.

When the weather turned cold and rainy that year, I would see her on the roof of the house behind me huddled up next to the heater vent for some warmth. At that time my wood frame garage had a lot of rot damage in one corner that needed repair and I would go into the garage and Skinny would be in there sitting on my old pair of work shoes, but would bolt through the hole in the garage when I came in. This went on for about 3 or 4 months when, finally, I got a can of cat food, dumped it on the concrete path going into my yard, and left. Skinny ran over and inhaled it. I did this every day for a couple of weeks, each time getting a little closer and talking to her so she’d get used to me. After that, I inticed her into the house, and we’ve been pals ever since. That’s when we first went to the vet, who told me the cat was only about 18 months old and had already been fixed. How she came to be on her own living on the gophers in my yard in such a short time I’ll never know. Read the rest of this entry »

I know that you have heard this before, but is there any wonder that Dog spelled backward is God?
Have you ever noticed that throughout history there are always dogs in photos, paintings, murals, no matter where in the world or where in history dogs are the constant. Next time you go to a museum, notice the amount of dogs there are, you will be surprised.

Mark from CA

My Sammi was looking at me crying and sniffing and wondering WHAT I was reading and crying about!! It was a gift from my nephew at Christmas and I had to be at home to finish it, for all the blubbering…

Thanks for sharing your anguish and memories… (but I can’t believe those heartless guys, Rush and Sean, were helpful to you- what I hear on their shows surprises me)  Wondering if Griffen is still charming your family and friends…Glad you opted for another dog pal!!

Robin from DE

We have lost 2 dogs and we loved them both dearly, and yes we felt like it was losing one of our own children. It is heart breaking, The good news is we adopted a little girl puppy today and her name is Sweetie Girl, she brightens up our home once again with that sweet sweet love only a pet can show us.
We loved your book Mark!!
Thank you,

Glenn and Lynda from NM

Mark,

I bought your book Rescuing Sprite over Christmas. I read it Saturday Jan 19, 2008 in one afternoon. I lost my beloved cat Casper December 8,2007. He had a stroke in November and survived for two weeks. He slept on my bed most of the night and I moved him when he tried to go under the bed. He died an hour and a half later. I have tons of regrets about the way I handled it even though I always tried to do the best I could for him.

I had him eight years. I was living in a apartment complex in Fort Worth after leaving the military. I went to check my mail and he followed me home by my side like a dog. I put him out to see if he went home but he always came back and I kept him. Man did I love that cat. I live alone in a city where I don’t know many people so my live outside of work revolved around my cat. When I came home he was there. We had this thing where when I got home he would stick his front paw through the bottom of a door near the rear of the house and we would play. He would retrieve his toys like a dog and fetch it for me to throw it again.

Your book really hit me. At least I am not the only one that cried like a baby when he was near his death and it hit me that HE WASN’T GOING TO RECOVER.

I miss that cat. I also am glad that you brought up your new dog after a couple of months. I think about getting a new cat (and dog) but after seeing my cat die in front of me as I consoled him and was petting him as he went to kitty heaven it scares me. To go through the way I have felt the last 2 months is the worst. I have never lost a parent and don’t even want to think about how that will be.

God Bless You. Thanks for your insight and sharing you experiences. It gives those of us whose hearts are crushed right now hope that things will get better,

Sincerely,

Keith from TX