I was walking through the books at Wal Mart…. I see this picture (one of the sweetest most beautiful dogs ever)…No Offense, but I have never heard of Mark R. Levin… but I see this book and read the inside covers… I start to tear up and I get my son and the book and check out. (I have the book about two weeks before I can bring myself to read it because I know it will be sad).

I read the book tonight, (perfect reading time…. weather is storming all over the state of Alabama). I don’t think I have ever felt so sad reading a book and actually felt so good about reading a book…(both at the same time).
Thank you for being such a great advocate for the rescue dogs. Attached is a picture of Trina, a rescue from Hurricane Katrina.

Vicky from AL

Mark I read your bookrescuing sprite in 2 days. It brought back memories of my shannon a flat coat retriver i had for 10 years and had to put her down december of 2005. I also recured her from the pound.

I now have a new dog named Sam he is about 5 years old and is a sheppard/collie mix also from the pound. I just want to say thank you for writting the book and letting me into your family I will remember this book for ever like I remember my shannon now shannon plays with sprite in heaven.

God bless you

William from Ontario

Dear Mark

I did not know who you were until I randomly picked up your book last week in the supermarket. When I returned home I Googled your name. I also looked at YouTube and viewed you on Sean Hannity’s Fox show I saw that unshakable grief on your face and in your eyes. I felt everything you were saying because I feel the same about my dog, Charlemagne.

Charlemagne had to be euthanized on January 5, 2007 after a lengthy illness. It took it’s toll on the both of us. He came from a pet store who buys from puppy mills therefore he had the odds stacked against him from the start. I too wanted to give up, got clinically depressed and withdrawn. Somehow I found the strength to start fighting puppy mills and now there is a bill in the New York State Legislature that I helped write and push.

Charlemagne made me a better person and I could never express the sorrow I feel from losing him. Especially when I had to make the decision. The morning of, as the sun was rising, I had begged and pleaded with God as well. As he lay dying I felt like I was dying too. I know you know that feeling. And when the vet told me he was gone part of me left this world too. But I live now to educate the public about truly being humane to animals. I am starting my book this week. Thank you for your inspiration.

Yours truly,

Lorianne from NY

Mark,

I finished the book. I knew going in id be emotionally done in, and i was. i have 2 goldens,, 4 and 5.. one male, one female. and i cant imagine when the time will come or how i will manage. god blessed you with a special gift for a very short time. and you have blessed us with the sharing of that tale. i know sprite will live on in your memories every day of your life. and he will be in my thoughts often. i know its been a while now, but im sorry for your loss. it takes a certain courage to face something of this nature, and to overlook the pain, and share it. i will always thank you for that.

Jeff from CA

My mom lost her 18 year old cat recently. I was going to buy Rescuing Sprite for myself but instead I bought it and sent it to her for Christmas. She just wrote me this message: “I finished that book of Sprite last night. One of the best books I have ever read and I did cry about 4 times with tears running down my cheeks. Thank you, love Mom”.

Soon I will buy the book for myself, as I still miss all the animals I’ve loved and lost.

Lori from NV

I just finished your book. I got it as a xmas present. I had to let my little geddy go on 10/05/07. He was a long haired dachshund. He had became paralyzed for the third time. His first surgery lasted 4 years. There were some rough times but he could walk. The second surgery only lasted 6 months before he couldn’t walk again. I couldn’t bear to put him through another surgery, but I also didn’t want to let him go. He was only nine years old, but his back was a mess. He had bone disease from front to back. I had bought him for my wife in 1999. We split up in 2001 and she told me I could have him because she knew how close I was to him.

Ever since the day my wife left, it was just me and geddy alone until I had to let him go. I had family, but it was just me and him in the house. I liked it just being me and him and I never felt lonely. When i went to work, I would drop him off at the “babysitter’s” house and pay her monthly. The only time he was not with me was when I was at work. I enjoyed your book even though it brought back the memory of the day I let him go and made me cry all over again. His ashes are still in the box I received from the humane society and it sits in his bed like he always did. Thanks for writing the book and reading my story.

Rick from FL