Had to put my 7 year old yellow lab down 3 years ago. She was a beautiful dog, more white than yellow, loyal to a fault–she was my shadow. Her liver failed her. I cried like a baby at the vet when we put her down–told her she was a good girl, i loved her, etc. I am not a crier. I was raised in a family where men showing emotion just didn’t happen. Have never hugged my father, but i bawled when i had to put down Blitzen. My father was in a coma for 3 weeks one time after a brain anyeurism, my son was born at 2 lbs and was in the NICU for 4 months, and i never cried like i did for that dog. It was hard to say goodbye to my most loyal friend, and i still get choked up three years later. Keep up the great work!!

Eric from MI

Here is my story.
All of my life, I have owned and loved and been loved by several dogs. Each one has a special place in my heart and they always will. My last 2 were Molly and Cato. Molly was a Bearded Collie and Cato was a Bichon.
My gradchildren grew up with Molly. She was a love and no matter what they did to her–she had the patience of Job. They hung from her ears; put their little fingers in her mouth—but she just gave love.
Cato came into our lives when Molly was about 5 years of age. He was purchased for my son’s mother-in-law but she could not handle him–so we took him. He was very big for a Bichon, had bowed legs, could not jump (had to be lifted onto the bed at night) and was never completely housebroken.

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Our family lost two beloved pets this year. Our little Ashley was a brown and grey tabita marked cat nearly 22 years of age at her passing. She and her little friend Sammie Jo were the loves of our lives and when Ashley passed we were just devastated. We cried, held each other, and prayed for her eternal soul. Then our Sammie Jo who was 21 also became ill and over the following three months weakened due to renal failure and had to be euthanized in September. My wife and I again were just lost and spent most of our time looking at their pictures and trying to comfort each other with stories of their lives. They were cremated and now rest in our home in a place set aside for them. We will see them again someday for sure and we trust that they will always rest in the hands of our creator.

Jim from TX

Our dog was named Kay Cee Kay. he was a cocker spaniel. Kay Cee had epilepsy,and was prone to an occasional seizure. he loved to eat and was the kind of dog that knew just how to put a smile on anyones face . Kay Cee was always happy to see me and loved car rides. He would go up to anyone that had food and somehow be sharing with them before long. He used to go to our neighbors house every sunday morning and wait by her slider door because she would feed him meatballs. Sometime we would be looking all over for him and we would see him being let out of one of our neighbors doors and they would say he just came over for breakfast.

Kay Cee escaped death 3 times the third time he was actually pronounced dead after his cancer operation my wife was asked to come to the vets office, He started breathing on his own after he heard her voice. My wife was told to go back home and get some food to see if he would eat. She brought my dinner and of course he ate all of it and was home wagging his tail when I got there.Everyone at the animal hospital called when Kay cee died. I wrote something for him that I will attach when we buried his ashes.I want to share it with you. I am going to get your book this week .I know how sad my heart was when we lost our best friend, I also learned that a dog can teach us many things about life. Here is what I wrote about Kay Cee.
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DavidLimbaugh.com
November 8, 2007

A good friend of mine, who died several years ago from diabetes-related complications, once said to me, “Show me a dog lover, and I’ll show you a good person.” I’m sure there are many exceptions to this adage, but the principle it expresses couldn’t be more applicable to my close friend Mark Levin, whose new book, “Rescuing Sprite,” makes poignantly clear.

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I wanted to thank you for the great work that you are doing to inform people of great shelter dogs that are just waiting for a home. I recently lost a loving member of my family, Savannah, a miniture longhaired dachshund on October 16th of this year. Savannah was a beautiful angel that was sent to me for only 10 years. I had to make the painful decision to let her go after she was diagnosed with a large cancerous tumor in her liver. It was one of the most difficult decisions I have ever had to make, but a necessary one, I couldnt let her suffer. I drove home afterwards and dont remember the drive. I stayed in a depression for several days.

I volunteer with a humane education group and had already committed to assist in grand opening of a new animal shelter in Dallas. I was not ready for a new dog, after all I had just lost Savannah. Someone had other plans…I arrived early and walked through the shelter. There was a little white and brown dog with springs for legs bouncing up and down in one of the runs. I opened the door and she jumped right into my lap and placed her head on my shoulder. I was hooked. I told the workers if she was still there when the festivities were over (9 hours) I would take her home. After all she was precious surely someone else was meant to be her family.

Yes you guessed it 9 hours later I was the proud owner of an Italian Greyhound chihuahua mix 8 month old puppy.
When we arrived home and checked the mail there was an envelope from my vet. It was a card in memory of Savannah, the picture on the front of the card looked almost identical to the little dog I had adopted earlier that day. I guess someone had other plans.

Darlene from TX