Finished Rescuing Sprite

by Mark Levin last week. This is a non-fiction accounting of the Levin family's rescue and too short life with a dog they called Sprite. Having rescued a dog ourselves, one that, like Sprite, turned out to be much older than originally guessed, I figured this book would reduce me to a puddle of tears. Not so much, although it was touching.

I don't plan to review it, but did want to share one scene that my fellow dog lovers here will appreciate. Better than any other, this passage reminded me of the depth of my love for Annie. In the book, Levin writes that Sprite often ended up sleeping at the top of the stairs, with a view of the moon-shadowed trees and river beyond the two-story windows. Mark Levin would often wake to her whimpers and yips as she dreamed, or the growls that resulted when the wind whipped up the shadows outside. When he did, he would go to the top of the stairs, lay down on the floor beside her and wrap his arms around her til she settled back into easy sleep.

I used to do that for Annie. Cradle her like a small child.

Oh how we love our fur babies, eh? Right to the heart.