My son, at the time was 10 and brought me home this puppy, I had told him I wanted only a Chihuahua to breed with my other one but she was mixed Chihuahua and Pekingese. Her name was Bongers. We ended up keeping her because my son said that when he saw her she was left all alone in the corner of the box and the mother wouldn’t let her feed.
She was a loving little thing, then one day I got so horrified when I came home from work and seen her on the floor her body stiff as could be and her one poor up in the air. I realized then she had epilepsy. She was about 1 year old then. She was such an affectionate little dog when you were sick she would come by you and stay and lick you face or hand and just lay beside you. When you would be sad and cry she would do the same thing as if she knew you were sad or in pain. It was just so said to see her go threw those caesuras. She would only come to me when she had them because she knew I would hold her tight so her back wouldn’t bend so and she look at me while her little poor would go up in the air. I took her to the Vet to see what could be done for her and he said that there is medication for her it might lessen the pain some but sooner or later she would die. We had her till her 12th year. She went through a lot with me and was always by my side to make me feel good.

Then one day I came home from work and there she was just sitting in the middle of the living room as if she was trying to tell me Mommy I waited for you to come home to say good-bye. I new the time has come and it wasn’t going to be an easy one. She couldn’t walk at all so I put her in my arms and I told my sons that I wasn’t going to take her to the vet to let her die there she was staying here right by me and so she did. I cried and cried as she lay there stiff with her poor never going down (just as the doctor said she would die). She looked up at me one last time and it looked at though she said “don’t cry Mommy I wont be in anymore pain please don’t cry I love you and she took one last breath and that was it. I said I could never love another dog like her and now I have this big lab mixed Great Dane and still I see my Bongers and think about her all the time. As I am telling you this story about my little girl I am crying. Its 8 years now and I still love her so and miss her. There is so much more to this story but like you I would have to write a book. God Bless you Mark.

Margaret  from PA

I want to tell you about our dog. My 18 year old daughter brought him home from work one day in 1990. She walked in with a pup under her jacket saying ‘Look what I brought home’: I thought “Oh no! What now?” I was post-divorce (very bad) newly married, combined new family of 4 teens and 1 younger. Did not want or need one more responsibility. All the kids kept at me and at me, Can we keep him? Can we?Can we??? Oh Lord, I thought. His birthday was same as my ex-husband’s, a bad sign for me. Then I looked at the pup who looked at me with his soulful brown eyes that said ‘Come on Mom, let me stay’. So, he stayed. She named him Sport (as all the kids were fine athletes) and he soon became Sportie. He also learned to stay in the kitchen. He would belly crawl the ten feet, inches at a time to get to us in the living room where kids were all scattered on couches and the floor doing what they do. If I noticed him sneaking out a quick ‘Sport! – Kitchen!!’ sent him back with his head hung low, soulful eyes, ‘Aw Mom’. Whenver we called him – he would come flying, racing to jump on all the furniture, then on all the kids and their papers and fall in a heap on my lap. This 100 pound Yellow Lab (coloring) and German Shepherd (head and tail) mix really believed he was a lap dog.

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My wife, daughter and I have been rescuing dogs for 10 years. We now have 18. We have lost a few to death over the years and can fully understand the agony each time it happens. Every one of them gave me the “look” that it was OK and thanks for giving them a loving home, I even got tail wags as they died. I will send to you a copy of “The Rainbow Bridge” as soon as I can. It sums up the experiences we’ve had with our “guys”. We’ve ordered your book about Sprite. God Bless.

Bob from PA

Your book could not have been released at a better time. I lost my best friend and soul mate on Saturday, 9/8/07. I had rescued him 11 years earlier from the Humane Society. He was part lab and part German Shephard, but the vet said he was just a good old country hound dog. He woke me up that morning panting, and I thought he wanted to go out. When I turned the light on, he had collapsed on the floor and was having trouble breathing. I got on the floor with him and he started acting like he was unable to get any air, so I started breathing into his nostrils, trying to save him. He died in my arms about 15 minutes after he woke me up. I assume he had a heart attack.
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We lost our first golden to osteosarcoma diagnosed at the age of 1-1/2. I can still barely speak about it. Tucker was so full of life, he would catch a ball in his mouth until the last hour of his life. This is a photo of Dutch (Dutch Reagan). He cannot replace Tucker, but enhances our appreciation of a dog’s place in the family as a symbol of unconditional love.

Rose from CA

I do not know how many times I almost turned off your interview with Sean regarding Sprite because I did not want to hear anymore, it was breaking my heart! And, when I got on line to inquire about the book, I cried when I saw that Sprite is a Golden Retriever, just like my Lindy Girl. I do not tell many people this story because they think I am a crazy evangelical, but… Jan. 2, 2007, after a thorough physical, blood tests and lung x-rays, Lindy Girl was diagnosed with lung cancer. The emotional pain was so bad I could literally feel it in my chest! Her vet felt that the cancer was going to get very aggressive, and not much time would be left for her to be with me.

Well, I was not about to give up. I remembered the story in the New Testament about the woman who went to the judge to plead her legal problem, but the judge would not hear her. She kept going back and finally the judge, because of her persistance, agreed to hear her plea. So, I said “OK God, just like that woman, I am going to keep asking you to heal my Lindy Girl, until you heal her.”
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