I have listened to you on Sean and Rush and heard about your book. Just this past Tuesday we had to put our dog Sugar down. She had been sick for a long time with several different things, all of which were leading to her eventual death. We too prayed for God to take her, but He said no.

Karen from MN

I have been a dog lover since my early childhood and over my 50 years of life I have been adopted and lost several dogs. Eric, my first child was a full blood German Shepherd that I raised from birth and due to many family moves I had to give him up but still visited him until I was informed of his death. Now I have Molly, a Beagle/Spaniel that was given to me and Honey, a Pit Bull that was given to me by a friend at work. Honey is a hyperactive snuggler and Molly is also a loving puppy of 10+ years. Both are extremely affectionate and have adopted me and given me so many fun times. Molly’s time is short and her passing will be a hard time. Honey, hopefully will fill that gap when it happenes but nonetheless, Molly will be missed beyond measure. I cannot read minds, but I can see by the actions of Molly and Honey that there is a love that is really unconditional and complete.

Jon from KY

I just finished reading your heartfelt story about Sprite and relived all of the emotions I experienced with the loss of my ever-faithful border collie mix, Shep, in March. Fortunately, I did not have to make the decision of when I was going to let him go as he passed away while I was out of town and having our neighbor care for him. I was guilt-ridden that I lost him without being there to hold him and say the things you were able to say to Sprite and look into his dark brown eyes one more time. He had always been there for me and I wanted to do the same. I have to believe that God wanted to spare me from vision I would have had or maybe even Shep was wise enough to know that I would not have wanted to see him any other way than his usual frisky self. Even though his heart was giving out in his twelfth year, he always appeared to look and act like a young pup. His best pal, Seamus, grieved for weeks after Shep’s passing and misses him as much as we do. The walks on the golf course are not the same, the places where he napped are empty and there has been no “devil runs” in the house since he’s been gone.

I sent an e-mail to my friends who knew and loved Shep after he died and have attached it. It brought me a little relief as I’m sure your book brought to you and many others. Read the rest of this entry »