Although Mark Levin is known as a constitutional lawyer and a nationally syndicated broadcaster, he is, first and foremost, a dog lover. In 1998, he and his family welcomed a half-Border Collie/half-Cocker Spaniel they named Pepsi into their lives. Six years later, his wife and son persuaded him to adopt a dog from the local shelter, a Spaniel mix. It turned out he was older than originally thought, and he was the most beautiful dog they'd ever seen. They named him Sprite.
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Hi, I lost my 17 year old cocker spaniel Max to cancer last year. I have a 6 year old shepherd/collie cross named Bear also, a certified therapy dog and a Reading Education Assistance Dog. Mr. Bear was as deeply grieved as anyone in the family at losing Max. Having to put Max to sleep was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
– Mary from NE
I lost my beloved father recently, and I have been flooded with many beautiful memories. In 1972 my parents bought me a sweet miniature poodle we named Beau. He became our baby. During the blackout of 1977, my dad was downstairs walking him. We lived in an apartment and of course the elevators weren’t working. My father carried Beau in his arms up five flights of stairs. I hope my precious dad and little Beau are reunited in heaven.
– Michelle from NY
8/8/05
I carry sambo out to the yard to see if he has to go to the bathroom, and to just see him walking around the yard he once ran around. I know he won’t see me as he hasn’t been seeing things for a while.I place him down and he starts to stumble and walk across the yard. I sit on the ground on this cool summers night.I sit and lean up againt the shade watching sambo from across the yard remembering my bestest buddy had far better days, and then I think so have I. I look at the falling sun and see the stars. Then I feel something, I look down. There is sambo with his head in my lap.He stands there and just moves his head up and down.I am in shock you see as sambo hasn’t done that in about a year and half.He hasn’t been able to walk or see very well. But yet on this eve he sat with me with his head in my lap as to say things will be ok, or maybe just saying thanks.We sat there for what seemed like the entire night, but it was only a few short minutes.Then sambo walked away and stumbled away.He would return one more time, but he could not stand as well as he once had. Then it was time to head in and leave the stars behind. It was time for sambo you see to have his one last ice cream. I opened up a frosty paw, and sat on the floor.Along came sambo and with one hand I held the dixie cup sized ice cream to this mouth, and with the other I help keep his legs up so he could eat it. I was then able to rest his legs down, and for 15 minutes sambo ate and ate his last ice cream we me. You see once he would have taken this and ran off to eat this all by himself, a time which seemed like yeasterday, but a time we both knew was a lot longer then that.
I HAVE 4 DOGS A, CRIPPLED ROTTWIELER ,A HEALTHY ROTT 1 YR OLD.
AN ABONDED PUP (NOW 5) BROUGHT TO ME BY A STUDENT OF MINE ( I’M A RETIRED TEACHER)
AND A MIN PINCER 11 YRS. OLD WHO WE GOT WHEN A FAMILY MEMBER MOVED FROM ARIZONA.
DOGS MAKE YOU MORE HUMAN. EACH OF THEM IS LIKE A CHILD IN THEIR OWN WAY. THEY ARE THE SOURCE OF ENDLESS HOURS OF HAPPY.
– Ed from MD
Thank you for your compassionate, beautiful site. The best part of my day is listening to Mark with my three wonderful foundings.
-Nell from MD
Hazel was a wonderful Airedale. She came to our house when her breeders were unable to sell her. As a puppy she immediately received the love of two children age 15 and 17. She returned that love to the whole family never failing to enthusiastically greet the children coming home from school, father returning from a business trip or mother bringing in the groceries. Her gentle nature however did not restrain or hinder her duty to guard her family.
One night around 2AM she barked viciously waking everyone, alerting all to a stranger trying to get into her house. It was the police that finally ended the affair but it was Hazel who provided the warning to restrain the intruder. Her gentle nature however was her supreme characteristic. Typical was the day dad was mowing the lawn; the grass was thick and high. Hazel ever diligent ran ahead of the belching mower always at a respectable distance. Suddenly she stopped, lowered her large mouth into the grass and dashed toward the moving mower.
Immediately father stopped the mower and approached the Airedale. In her mouth she gently held an injured bird and when she knew full attention was directed to her she gently placed the bird at the feet of her master. She had saved a life, for the bird was put into a box safe from predators to fly away after a day of recuperation. In her last years Hazel although not so nimble or spry, the years had begun to take their toll. Yet sister had married and given birth to the parent’s first grandchild. As a working mother and full time professor at a major university baby care was a necessity. So each morning when mother went off to train future engineers she deposited the sleeping infant in a crib.
It was usually around 6AM that the little sleeping package was delivered. Hazel would then awake, leave the dog bed in her master’s room and place herself next to the crib with it’s sleeping infant. Once the baby began to stir Hazel with her large head would gaze upon the little life. Once the crying began singling a desire for a bottle, Hazel as if duty bound awoke the sleeping grandparents to their duty. She was a beautiful, devoted, gentle and faithful friend to three generations of the family.
– Albert from NJ
