A story from Urvi Tambe about Pluto
Dear Mr. Grogan, I read your book now which is pretty late but I really loved it. I immediately fell in love with Marley who reminds me of my dog Pluto. Pluto was exactly like Marley! He stole food, he destroyed things but still loved us unconditionally. Thank you for writing such an amazing book! It really made me cry...
A story from sara kalitowski about 4pawshope
Dear John Grogan, I love your book Marley and me. I have my own idea of a book that I need help publishing and writing. I want to call it 4paws hope because it would be a good true story and a fundraiser. 4paws is an animal rescue that saves animals. I first went with my private school to work in 2010. At first I didn’t know what to expect but after I started I love to help animals and they love me. There were horses and dogs and other animals. My job coach Mrs. Pat Moser taught me to clean the stalls and to make a horse bed. I also learned to give the goats food and water. I want to publish this into a book in order to raise money for animal shelters. I would like if you could help me publish this book because I am not a very good writer. The website is www.all4pawsrescue.com. I hope you write back. Thank you! Sincerely, Sara Kalitowski
A story from ana paula schnaider about fred o cao mais sem vergolha do mundo
oi sou eu de novo , vou contar uma das novas façanhas do fred agora ele ate come canos , vassouras , e tudo mais . mais ainda continua muito sem vergolha , mais amado do mundo . tchau , ate logo
A story from Cassie Williams about Ralph the dog
I have a short article I wrote about Ralph 15 years ago after his death; he was a quirky Lab-Bassett cross.
Please advise me to what email address I may submit the article (1 1/2 pages). Thanks.
Reading the book made me think of that crazy Ralph.
Cassie Williams email@example.com Kamloops, BC, Canada
A story from ana paula schnaider about fred o cao sem vergolha de ser feliz
o fred é um super cao , adora ficar brincando , e quando a gente se senta na beirada da porta ele se joga em cima da gente , e fica pedindo carinho , e quer que a gente faça carinho na sua barriguinha , e fica todo bobo . ele tem um defeito muito grande , só quer comer comida caseira , já tentamos de tudo para ele comer ração , só que ele ficava todo babando quando a gente comia , que nao dava para aguentar . ele come ossinhos , mas só na hora , pois se ficam já passados , ele nem come , fica bravo . ele é muito inteligente e brincalhao . em desembro de 2011 , ele ficou muito doente , e foi ate internado , pois ele esta com uma virose , e ele ainda era um bebe com 2 meses de vida . hoje ele é forte e sem vergolha, adora correre pelo quintal feito um doido , nao pode ver ninguem diferente na rua , ele já late . e quando ele esta no portao olhando a rua , muitos acham que ele ´pe muito bravo , só que na verdade nao é , ele é muito mimado . quando chego em casa , e abro a porta ele sai correndo para o sofa e fica se esfregando todo bobo, nao adianta brigar . ele é um super cao como marley , so que nao é tao encrenquero como ele . nos amamos muito ele , e ele já faz pare da familia
A story from Lisa Chavez about The Greatest Gift of All
From time to time everyone receives a gift that is extra special. Since it is Christmas time, I thought I would take the time to share my extra special gift. It was not in the form of a wrapped package with bright paper and ribbons under the tree. It did not come in the month of December. My special gift came on June 12, 2010 in the form of a four legged bundle of black and white hair – my very first puppy. I had grown up with dogs. I have always had a great affection for the four legged creatures, but I had never owned one of my very own to raise. That is where our journey begins. I was excited about becoming a pet parent. As a matter of fact, I was over the moon about the prospect of raising a puppy. I held several pups during a visit to the breeder, but there was one that stole my heart. She was a little black and white darling, and half asleep. She opened her tiny little eyes and stared at me for a second. Then she timidly stretched and licked my chin. It was not long before she was climbing on my shoulder to get to my earrings and licking the inside of my ears. It was at that moment that I knew she was to be mine. The deposit was made and it would be a week before I could take her home. It was like planning for the arrival of a baby. There was a long list of items to prepare her new home. The other dilemma I was facing was a name. I must have gone through a dozen names before I came up with one that I could not get out of my head - Ebony. Anyone that is a fan of the music of the eighties remembers “Ebony and Ivory” by Stevie Wonder and Paul McCartney. I kept singing it over and over again in my head. It was perfect for her. The day finally arrived for me to bring her home. After getting a few instructions from the breeder I got her loaded up in her carrier and started home. She was a little anxious as puppies generally are when they leave their mother and litter mates. She cried for a long time. I was in the passenger seat and decided to unzip the carrier a little bit to stick my hand in to console her. She was still pretty unhappy so I pulled her out and held her. Then in a split second she spit up. Yes, this was my first taste of motherhood. It was down my shirt inside and out. I remember laughing about it later. The poor thing was probably carsick from the forty-five minute drive home. From that day forward, our lives would be different. We would embark on an unforgettable journey that just keeps getting better. What I did not realize until months later was how this little puppy would change my life. I credit her for saving my life from deep depression, and helping me to see that joy truly does come after grief and loss.
A story from Lillian Shaker about Thank You
My life has been marked with dogs. When my mom found out she was pregnant with me (huge surprize), she had a wonderful puppy who was half toy Poodle and cocker spainal, she was immediately told to get rid of this animal. He will be aggressive they said. Turns out the joke was on the doctor, Snoopy was my best friend, and biggest protector. My favorite story about him was when I was a baby. My mom's friend from work came over to hold me, hey I was cute, what can I say? While she was holding me, she went to use the ash tray for her cigerette, and Snoopy start to growl, and snarl at her. She froze, in a squatting postion, not sure what to do she asked my mom. My mother said, "You should sit down." Snoopy was my friend, despite how I tortured that poor soul, till the very end. I was with him when my mom and I took him to the vet to get checked out for his bowel issues, and I had no idea that would be the last time I would see him alive. I was 9, and I will never forget him, or how I learned of his death. My mom almost Nonchalantly, handed over Snoopy's favorite snacks to my uncle, and saying that She had to put Snoopy down and so he should take them. That was a difficult way to learn about that. I was completely assured that we would never be able to have another dog by my aunt who my mom and I lived with. This was a crushing blow, Snoopy was the one being I could turn to as I came home ridiculed yet again; made fun of till I cried was the game of the day at my school. Snoopy would let me cling to his fur and cry. There were no questions, no required I'm sorry". Then my aunt's only son, bought and purchased two dogs, one a German Shepard, and the other an American Rottweiler. When he was traveling back up to Northern Michigan to share them with us and visit for his 23rd birthday, he fell asleep at the wheel, rolling his Honda Pilot three times before resting just feet from the Grand River. The dogs got loose and where skittish around those who tried to capture them. Eventually they were retrived, and my cousin healed from a month long hospital stint. But he had to return to his life in Chicago, and he couldn't bring his Rottweiler with him (the German Shepard was claimed by his ex girlfriend, and being sick he just gave up). So we got Lousifer, at 6 months old. I had a new best friend, who grew to be well over 100 pounds, and when I was 5'7", he could look me square in the eye as he put his paws on my shoulders. One of my favorite memories of him, is probably controversial, but he was hard if he smelled a rabbitt near by to handle. And so one day as I drank a glass of water, looking out at the back yard that had woods just beyond a large grassy area, I looked to my left to see my grandma, who was only 5 foot at best and in her early 70s. Sure enough, Lousy smelled something and was gone, and I still chuckle as I remember my grandmother, taking a mouthful of dirt, as he pulled her forward in persuit of some great game he would never catch. About 3 months after getting out of his first accident, my cousin was in another, and this time he bit off more than he could chew, and passed away on a Wednesday in October of 95. And as my aunt delt with her loss and lashed out at anyone in her path, Lousifer (Lousy) and I became best friends, and we lent on each other as we restled with our loss. He was my constant as I went through high school and then started college. My mom told me that when I would call and leave a message when the family was gone, they would play the message when they retured, and Lousy would bark at my voice. The last time I saw him alive, he had a large mass growing on his front paw, that he licked and chewed at. Intellectually, I understood what was to come, but I still thought, this is something that can be fixed. I was wrong. I was in my final year of college when I recieved the call from my mom that they had had to put him down. It was almost exactly on the tenth anniversary of my cousin's passing. Nothing could have been more difficult at that moment then listening to my mother swear off another dog, because she couldn't bear to deal with this crushing loss yet again. Then, about seven months later, my aunt came home from work and showed my mom a picture of a cute little puppy, about seven months old at the shelter. They agreed that they would go and look, only to look. Then my aunt adopted the puppy that day, and now we have Pyka in our lives. She is a mix of German Sheppard and Dauschound. No, we have no idea how she was made, though many theories have come around. She has been a blessing, and has been there as my mom has had to say good bye to my aunt almost exactly a year ago, and she had to move back to the city life. My family is originally from Hamtramik, but lived most of her life in the rual North, now she lives in the shadows of Grand Rapids. Dogs have been the best part of my life, they have been my best of best friends. They don't judge you for having another slice of cake or for sitting in your pjs all day long. And now I have a husband of only 2 years, I look at him and think, "How could you possbly think it would be a good idea to purchase a place that doesn't allow dogs!?" Especially as we start the planning of our family. Especially since reading your story of Marley. Marley reminds me a little of every dog I have had, though Snoopy was calm and really didn't do anything bad, Lousifer was different. He got mad at us and used our front room as his personal powder room several times, he chewed my entire room up, including one shoe of a brand new pair of shoes. And while not nearly as skittish as Marley, Lousifer feard thunder. Now, Pyka will great us with a trail of used kleenx and other various objects from the garbage when we return from a short jaunt down to the store. But no mater what, no matter how much damage, or the scar Lousy gave me when he got a little too excited to see me, I would not trade those experiences for anything. Thank you for reminding me of those lost or repressed memories. It was a great journey to hear about Marley, and I am thankful to have done so.
A story from Robert O'Hara about The Longest Ride Home
February 10, 2013 John Grogan:
After my wife read the Longest Trip Home, she suggested that I might enjoy it also. I finished it yesterday; thank you very much, it’s the first book I ever read in just two days. I’m a three-week reader mostly.
Across the street from where I grew up, a Grogan family (friends of my parents and perhaps relatives of yours) resided at 18054 Santa Barbara, west of Livernois and north of Six Mile, first block south of Curtis. The kids were more my older brothers’ ages and served in WWII. I think the Mother’s name was Marguerite, maybe not.
I can relate to most everything you experienced as a young Catholic boy having myself gone to Gesu Grade School and U of D High, a little ahead of you from 1938-50. Both my parents were solid Catholic and U of M alumni as well. My Father (1922) worked for GM also; he died on Easter Sunday, 1944 when I was eleven, but my Mother (1913) lasted until 1985 with ninety-five good years behind her including fifteen Grandkids. Most of us, however, remain practicing Catholics.
We are currently blessed to have three Grand-sons and one Grand-daughter at Brother Rice and Marion.
Thanks again for the pleasures derived from reading your book. I shed enough tears to almost dehydrate myself.
Bob O’Hara-Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
A story from Dina about The story of THOR
It happens sometimes in our life, destiny put us in front of people or animals, they become part of us, with which we find ourselves in sharing a ride of our earthly existence, the story I am about to write of it ' incredible, perhaps many of you readers do not believe that the facts are that I'm about to tell could really happen, but it is the truth the meeting between me and my THOR and what then ensued ... ... ... .. I still remember the day when Thor came into my house was a beautiful late summer day, I was in the garden and looked anxiously at the clock, I preferred to wait in the arrival of this little furry creature, my husband and my son Valter Luke had left early in the morning armed with sleeper, covers and lots of love to give to what must have been for Luke the companion of many years of his life. When Thor came through the gate into the arms of Luke was still asleep, I saw at that moment a light, a hope in the eyes of Luke, who had never seen, had been years since his illness did not give him a moment of serenity and the dog from his arms had been almost a miracle. They spent the first few weeks of games and caresses, it was a joy to be with all of Thor and then seeing Luke was so happy a dream in which I no longer believed. Autumn had already arrived for a while ', now the days had become colder and there was not much time left in the garden one evening as I was about to prepare dinner the phone rang, the call was've all been waiting for so long, receiver at the other end of the transplant center's physician informed me that the search for the donor transplant Luke had finally given positive results, a little larger than my boy Luke from Germany was 100% compatible: The days that followed were a mix of happiness and fear, Thor seemed to perceive these states of mind. It was so radiant in the morning he left for Pavia, the car ran away and left behind him in miles and our lives would never be the same. We arrived at night in our new house was dark and the fog enveloped the entire landscape, it seemed almost surreal atmosphere, it was as if time had stopped there. The early morning began to prepare for the next day, we should have come to the hospital very soon, for the latest analysis routine and then another week at home before the big moment. The next day we went out with Thor, Luke had decided to take it with you, know that he was waiting outside would help him through the tough times. Unfortunately, fate would have it that day was the last when their eyes met Luke he had run away because it was very late, had turned a moment to say "my baby I'll be right here ... wait ... .... "I see him again while I depart and Valter would stay with Thor, the hours passed and I was like a bad omen but I tried to remove my mind from those gloomy thoughts. The voice of the doctor to my shoulders was like a stab in the heart, made me aware that unfortunately there were problems, Luke could not go home. The following days were hell for us, but Luke was always trying not to make us realize how much she was suffering, always asked of his dear Thor, spoke to all about him and how good it was, he wanted to see him back for a moment but the doctors did not permit it, I still remember his last words were ... ... ... .. for his great love for his dad and THOR. The night she went away I told Luke that Thor was not peace, it was as if she sensed what was happening, had managed to calm him down only in the morning when his little master had gone to heaven. Since then many years have passed and we have never seen him act like that night Thor. A lasting memory that will remain forever imprinted in my mind like a branding iron are the eyes that look of Thor which collected the wooden box he had loved and who love you forever, throughout the sad journey home was never disconnected a single moment, even after many hours we could not take him away, his gaze lost in despair I will never forget, he looked at me and his eyes seemed to ask me why ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....? In my long empty days I often think of the moments spent together, what fate has been cruel, but at the same time I think he took pity on us by giving us someone who to love, something that Luke continues to live. Thor taught me many things and gave me the strength to go forward, thanks to him I realized that you can continue to love even when those we loved more than our own life is no more, I felt his pain but at the same time its strength would continue for me and Walter, I could not throw away everything that Luke had left me, taught me the true meaning of life ... ... ... ... I could not continue to let me go. Now lived with a great pain in my heart but I can also think about the future. Who has never had a dog can not understand, perhaps for many of you have a poor mad at the loss of a child has taken away the light of reason, but people like me who divides her good times and bad with these pure souls I will understand, respect, loyalty, their unconditional love are not bought with some kibble, unlike men know love until death and with no ulterior motives. Together with Thor, I'm trying to carry on the dreams of Luca and his message of love, there are many ways to help others, my son wanted to become a good doctor to go to Africa, I always used to say "mom and there that there are the real doctors, where you can not expect anything in return for what you do, where the reward is a smile of a child who fills your heart. " I hope to be able to do what Luke wanted more ... ... .. to help others and I hope to someday get back together with him and Thor to run together in the Elysian Fields
UN RICORDO INDELEBILE
Accade alle volte che nella nostra vita il destino ci metta davanti a persone o animali e che questi entrino a far parte di noi, con i quali ci ritroviamo a dividere un passaggio della nostra esistenza terrena, la storia che mi accingo a scrivere ha dell’incredibile, forse molti di voi lettori non crederanno che i fatti che sto per narrarvi siano potuti accadere davvero, ma è la pura verità l’incontro tra me e il mio THOR e quanto poi nè segui………..
Ricordo ancora il giorno in cui Thor entrò nella mia casa era una bellissima giornata di fine estate, io ero in giardino e guardavo ansiosa l’orologio, avevo preferito aspettare a casa l’arrivo di questo piccolo esserino peloso, mio marito Valter e mio figlio Luca erano partiti di buon mattino armati di cuccetta, copertine e tantissimo amore da dare a quello che doveva essere per Luca il compagno di molti anni della sua vita. Quando Thor varcò il cancello tra le braccia di Luca era ancora addormentato, vidi in quel momento una luce, una speranza negli occhi di Luca che non avevo mai visto, erano anni che la sua malattia non gli dava un momento di serenità e quel cucciolo tra le sue braccia aveva fatto quasi un miracolo. Passarono le prime settimane tra giochi e carezze, era una gioia per tutti stare con Thor e poi vedere Luca così felice era un sogno al quale non credevo più. L’autunno era già arrivato da un po’, oramai le giornate erano diventate più fredde e non rimanevamo più molto tempo in giardino, una sera mentre mi accingevo a preparare la cena squillò il telefono, era la chiamata che tutti aspettavamo da tanto tempo, all’altro capo del ricevitore il medico del centro trapianti mi annunciava che la ricerca del donatore per il trapianto di Luca aveva finalmente dato esito positivo,un ragazzo poco più grande del mio Luca dalla Germania era compatibile al 100%: I giorni che seguirono furono un misto di felicità e paura, Thor sembrava percepire questi stati d’animo .Era così raggiante anche lui la mattina che partimmo per Pavia, l’auto correva via e lasciava dietro di se i km e le nostre vite che non sarebbero mai più state le stesse. Arrivammo la sera nella nostra nuova casa era buio e la nebbia avvolgeva tutto il paesaggio, sembrava quasi un’atmosfera irreale, era come se lì tempo si fosse fermato. La mattina di buon ora iniziammo a prepararci per il giorno dopo, saremmo dovuti entrare in ospedale molto presto, per le ultime analisi di routin e poi ancora una settimana a casa prima del grande momento. Il giorno seguente uscimmo con Thor, Luca aveva deciso di portarlo con se, sapere che c’era lui ad aspettarlo fuori lo avrebbe aiutato a superare quei momenti difficili. Purtroppo il destino volle che quel giorno fù l’ultimo in cui i loro sguardi si incrociarono Luca era scappato via perché era molto tardi,si era voltato un solo istante per dirgli “ cucciolo mio torno subito aspettami qui………. “lo rivedo ancora allontanarsi mentre io e Valter rimanevamo con Thor, le ore passavano ed io avevo come un triste presagio ma cercai di allontanare dalla mia mente quei cupi pensieri. La voce del medico alle miei spalle fù come una pugnalata nel cuore, mi metteva al corrente che purtroppo c’erano stati dei problemi, Luca non poteva tornare a casa. I giorni successivi furono per noi un inferno, ma Luca cercava sempre di non farci capire quanto stesse soffrendo, chiedeva sempre del suo caro Thor, parlava a tutti di lui e di quanto fosse bello, voleva poterlo rivedere anche per un solo istante ma i medici non lo permisero, ricordo ancora le sue ultime parole………..furono per il suo grande papà e per il suo amato THOR. La notte in cui Luca andò via mi hanno raccontato che Thor non trovava pace, era come se percepisse quello che stava accadendo, erano riusciti a calmarlo solo al mattino quando il suo piccolo padroncino era volato in cielo. Da allora sono passati molti anni e non abbiamo mai più visto Thor comportarsi come quella notte. Un ricordo indelebile che rimarrà per sempre nella mia mente impresso come un marchio a fuoco sono gli occhi di Thor che guardano quella cassettina di legno che raccoglieva chi lui aveva amato e amerà per sempre, lungo tutto il triste viaggio di ritorno non si è mai staccato un solo istante, anche dopo molte ore non riuscivamo a portarlo via, il suo sguardo perso, disperato non lo dimenticherò mai, mi guardava e i suoi occhi sembravano chiedermi perché……………………….? Nelle mie lunghe giornate vuote penso spesso ai momenti passati insieme, a quanto il destino sia stato crudele,ma allo stesso tempo credo abbia avuto pietà di noi dandoci qualcuno a cui voler bene, qualcosa di Luca che continua a vivere. Thor mi ha insegnato molte cose e mi ha dato la forza di andare avanti, grazie a lui ho capito che si può continuare ad amare anche quando chi abbiamo amato più della nostra stessa vita non c’è più, ho percepito il suo dolore ma allo stesso tempo la sua forza di voler continuare per me e per Valter ,non potevo gettare via tutto quello che Luca mi aveva lasciato ,mi aveva insegnato il vero senso della vita…………no non potevo continuare a lasciarmi andare. Oggi convivo con un grande dolore nel cuore ma riesco anche a pensare al futuro. Chi non ha mai avuto un cane non può comprendere, forse per molti di voi sono una povera pazza a cui la perdita di un figlio ha tolto il lume della ragione, ma chi come me divide i suoi momenti belli e brutti con queste anime pure mi potrà capire, il rispetto, la fedeltà, il loro amore sono incondizionati non si comprano con qualche crocchetta, sanno amarci a differenza degli uomini fino alla morte e senza secondi fini. Insieme a Thor sto cercando di portare avanti i sogni di Luca e il suo messaggio d’amore, ci sono tanti modi per aiutare il prossimo, mio figlio voleva diventare un buon medico andare in Africa, mi diceva sempre “mamma e lì che ci sono i veri dottori dove non ti puoi aspettare nulla in cambio per ciò che fai, dove il compenso è un sorriso di un bambino che ti riempie il cuore.”
Spero di poter riuscire a fare ciò che Luca voleva di più……..aiutare il prossimo e mi auguro di poter un giorno insieme a lui e a Thor tornare a correre insieme nei campi ELISI.
A story from christi-anne about PET FOOD DRIVE
HI THERE JOHN GROGAN, I REALLY HOPE YOU GET TO READ THIS IN TIME , MY SOPHOMORE CLASS IS READING MARLEY AND ME WE ARE CLOSE TO THE END AND I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD CONTACT US OR VISIT I KNOW ITS CRAZY BUT PLEASE ,AFTER MY CLASS READ YOUR BOOK WE STARTED A PET FOOD DRIVE IT WILL END ON FEBUARY 27 , 2013 I GO TO THE KEY LEARNING COMMUNITY IN INDIANAPOLIS,INDIANA THIS WOULD BE SO COOL IF YOU CAME VISIT MY SCHOOL OR CALL US IF YOU WANT TO CONTACT ME MY GMAIL IS firstname.lastname@example.org THIS WOULD BE SO COOL IF YOU DID THIS PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
A story from Serenity about Mourning a super dog & friend
I lost a super friend/dog right after Christmas. Although I know it was for his own good because he was old & sick, there is still a hole in my heart. He always greeted me like I was the most important person in the world and was a good watchdog, also. I'm glad he's not in pain anymore.
A story from Vitesh about Brownie
Recently our beloved dog, Brownie, had passed on due to old age after 12 and half years. Reading the book Marley and Me reminded me so much of how Brownie was like Marley. You could also say they were one of the same, from birth to death. Brownie was just as destructive, destroying soccer balls, door mats, dust bins !!! But saying this he was just as loving. He loved life, food and a lot and I do mean a lot of attention. He always wanted to be the centrepiece of any conversation or discussion, whether this be around the dining table during dinner or in the kitchen during breakfast. He was always around. He could never be forgotten. He would purposely lie in the middle of the hallway, just to get a reaction from anybody walking by. And whenever he was not getting the attention he wanted, you could hear him barking from a mile away. He truly was a centrepiece of our home.. Now that he has passed on, our home will no longer be the same. Our home has become ultra-silent. We all miss his presence around our home, whether it be the tidier garden (in the past he would poop everywhere) or a cleaner patio. We all truly miss his presence. But one thing I have learnt after his passing is there were no negative stories. Every story we share, where it was him being mischievous or not, only brings smiles to our families face. We used to get angry with him when he used to be mischievous, but now that anger has been replaced by happy memories. Memories which we all cherish and miss. He thought us many lesson, including living your life to the fullest, and do not take anything for granted. He was truly a special dog and a special character.
A story from NATALIE and ROSIE about CRAZYNESS
ok this is little rosie she's crazy sweet and sour. This is just the being. She was born jan 3 so she is not evean a year old yet. As u can tell it's a girl she is half tierr and snazer ok the first day we got her I put her in a bunch of bandas she was so cute but she a butthole sometimes one day i was jacking around with her and she bit the heck out of me i will right more later about her see u later
A story from JILL about MY BEST FRIEND
I LOST A TREASURED FRIEND TODAY THE LITTLE DOG WHO USED TO LAY HIS GENTLE HEAD UPON MY KNEE AND SHARED HIS SILENT THOUGHTS WITH ME
HE'LL COME NO LONGER TO MY CALL RETRIEVE NO MORE HIS FAVORITE BALL A VOICE FAR GREATER THAN MY OWN HAS CALLED HIM TO HIS FINAL HOME
ALTHOUGH MY EYES ARE FILLED WITH TEARS I THANK HIM FOR THE HAPPY YEARS HE CHOSE TO SPEND DOWN HERE WITH ME AND FOR HIS LOVE AND LOYALTY
AND WHEN IT'S TIME FOR ME TO GO AND JOIN HIM THERE THIS MUCH I KNOW I SHALL NOT FEAR THE ENDLESS DARK FOR JACK WILL GREET ME WITH A BARK!
Sleep well my best friend, i love you.
JACK BAIN 29/04/1998 - 12/08/2012.
A story from Nicole about A touching story
I love your story. I have grown up with cats and always wanted a dog that would greet me when I got home. When I finished reading your book for the second time, I had gone to Goodwill and found the movie that Marley was in and I bought it. Marley was such a cute dog. It must have been hard for you and your family to lose him. He was your first child. My cat greets me when I get home everyday almost like a dog, but with not as much enthusiasm. He sometimes is only happy to see me because he wants food. My first cat died when I was five. He had a sister, the runt of the litter, which we had adopted also. I loved him so much and he left my life one day. I don't cry much about him because I can not remember him. His sister was the runt and she lived a long life. My cat, Teddy, feels like a Teddy bear, and is soft like silk. He has fangs that stick out and he has been around for three and a half years. He used to lay at the end of my bed, and I would end up kicking him at night and in the morning when I first got up, but I can not remember the last time he slept with me. Now he just sleeps outside my room. I had never been a popular kid at school, I read on the bus and got picked on for it. Nobody liked to read. They still don't. But I loved to read. I got picked on for getting good grades, and even one day a girl lied to the substitute teacher and said I stole her little sister's pencil sharpener. My best friend is my cousin and she lives about an hour away. I see her often, have a few laughs, and I always leave, wishing I could have a few more hours. Anyway... I love your book so much. It is inspiring. It made me cry and laugh. When I was done the first time, I had to go over and hug my cat. Marley was such a trouble maker! That adorable dog's face! Thanks so much for producing that book so I could read about your life, it brings me joy each time I read it. I am reading it right now, in fact, that is why I got on here! I saw that you could go on marleyandme.com and I had to check it out. It is so nice that you made a place for Marley, to keep him alive. Thanks
A story from Moonwolf about Loving the book Marley and Me
I love your book. I have read it quite a few times. It has touched me, your story has. When I read your book I laughed and cried at the touching tale. My cat, shown in the picture above is my life. He is one of the two things in the world that I can not live without. Marley must had been hard to give up. He helped raise your three kids and watched them grow. He was your first kid. Thank you so much for bringing your book into my life.
A story from Cheryl Baardsen about Our Marley
Our dog Marley is much like the movie Marley. He eats just about everything to include his leash, his bedding and the other dogs bedding's. He walks around with the look of, "Do you really have to punish me for eating everything in sight?" We really so understand he's only a puppy but the others never did it so why now and why my favorite....whatever it is favorite item. I guess it would be better if you knew the whole story of Marley as well as our other dogs as they're all very special to us; most of the time. We had a dog named Sarah. A friend gave her to us but it was supposed to be for a short period of time. She was going to a school for the Navy and animals were not allowed. She couldn't just take her away once my kids got attached so she gave us a 4 1/2 year old well trained mutt. She was part Chow but didn't act like the generic Chow dog; she was very friendly. We had her for 8 1/2 years and she was well loved. But with all animals her time came and her passing broke our hearts. She was old but for use she would try to live another day. We cried and cried; we took pictures of her and video taped her but she still died anyway. Her heart just couldn't make it. She only had one valve working but it was still difficult to make a decision to put her at ease. Well Christmas came and went. Then there was another death. This one was just as sad but different. My children lost their father in January of this year. He took his life and my daughter was the first to discover him. I can never take that away from her. I can't shield her from that moment in time. I can only hold her and embrace the future, whatever that may hold. I can guide her and give her professional therapeutic counseling but the image and feelings are wrapped in that time; that split second. That moment in time. How does one go on from there? Lucky for her I have already walked down that path and know where not to step and what to walk around. I've always said there is always someone out there that has had it worse than me and there have been. Now unfortunately my own children are taking that path with my daughter having entered upon the scene first. Her heart has been heavy, very heavy. She feels such guilt. She listened to everything when we divorced; the turmoil of divorce. She found him first, in the pool, having made the decision not to go on; he had such sadness in his heart. that is how I explain things to them because no one really knows why a person makes that kind of decision. So that was January and a very sad time in their lives. Time is something that never stops for anyone no matter what. Well I went back to studying for my nursing boards and my children went back to school, with heavy hearts they faced the day. A study buddy wanted to find this dog place that practically gives the dogs away; so I took him there. He just wanted to look, I was just going to take him there. I had been telling my kids that German Shepard's are the best dogs to have. we fond and took her and named her Daisy. then we found a dog that reminded us of our beloved Sarah. So we had to take her as well. So here I am armed with two new dogs and wondering if I'd lost my mind. Well we had a pool; the same one used in January by their father. Daisy fell in love with the pool and swam in it everyday. Oh she was such a healer. She brought these two kids into the pool in less than six months. their therapist was amazed at their success; it was less than six months since their fathers death to when they went back into the pool. I think I loved Daisy more than anything since that moment. I think of her as the healer for my children. Now Bella, shes the one that reminds us of our beloved Sarah: quiet, even tempered, willing to do whatever we want and even finds her way home. Now we fast forward to July when we found Marley. Yes we named him after your Marley. Little did we know they were cloned. We had been looking for a lab dog so that Daisy could have someone to swim with and heard that Labs like to swim. We found this lady, Tina, that has a little business and we bought our dog from her. He was just the right mix with the other two dogs. He did have a learning curve though since he didn't come at the same time as the others. He was happy go lucky, and for the most part still is.Only NOW he chews up just about everything in sight. If a shoe is left on the floor or even if it is put up high he still finds it and eats it. He chewed up Daisy's bedding tonight but chewed up his own previously. If a sock is left down you might as well forget it. He chews on leashes, plastic and wooden boards so that he can escape. we have gone so far as to put up an electrical fence so that he wont escape. Its exhausting. There are times I'd like to kill him!! What I like is that they are distractions for my kids but mostly for my daughter. She was actually doing well then we had a neighbor problem and she is right back to square one. The neighbor repeatedly stated, "You killed your father!". Now I find my daughter is like broken glass, so fragile. I spend time trying to put the pieces back together for her. But how does one put those piece back together again??!? The road ahead is never an easy one but you have to continue to put one foot in front of the other. You never know what the day will bring and it would be terrible to not have the opportunity to experience that event, a smile, the ocean breeze blowing on your face, the tears from a sad movie, a song that touches your heart, the sunshine that warms your body, a day without a dog escaping... how wonderful all that would be. They're all very special to us; each on in their own special way. I wish I cold send you a picture of all of them for surely they're a treat!!
A story from regan percy about animals
I have read Marley and Me several times now and still cry at the ending. We have 3 jack russel terriers, a cat, 3 horses and some chickens. One of our horses is getting old now and though she still acts like a yearling racehorse she has begun to show her old age and it's the same with one of our dogs. I am dreading the moment they go.
A story from Syrena about Thank you for writing Marley and Me!
Thank you for writing Marley and Me! I picked-up my first copy while I was recovering from a horrific broken ankle - it certainly reminded me of how much love and fun my own dogs bring! My family have three very wonderful (and very spoilt!)dogs and I hope to one day own my home so that I can walk and play with them everyday!
A story from Anthony Piazza about In Memory of Bosco
I can't believe, it has been one year, since the death of my buddy, Bosco. My heart still aches, even to this day! I have a new dog, and I love him very much, but I guess it's like your first love, you never forget. R.I.P. Buddy, I will never forget you, I love you, Bosco. In Loving Memory of Bosco Piazza 10/27/11
A story from Victoria about Getting Duke
On a rainy day,it was a special day but I didn't relize it until the time came. I was grabbing something to give to my grandma to eat. Because she was sick and couldn't come to my house for Easter.So,as I drove back home I saw a big black cage wondering what it was I parked my car to see what it was.I thought they were bunnies,since it was Easter,but they were pure bred german shepherd pups.I did the see who's the best and of course cuttest.The one in the middle was the only one standing since it was so squished in there I didn't think you could fit 10 pups in there.I picked the one in the middle, he was only 50 dollars I was wonering why was he on clearence,I named him Duke and he's about a year and 5 mounths old this is a picture of when he was six weeks old.
A story from Jan Whorton about Buffy
I don't know where to start -- I am 58 and this is the first dog I have had as an adult.
Buffy is a Cocker Spaniel - buff colored and 9.5 years old.
She has changed my life -- now as a single divorced woman I have a constant companion. She has developed Glaucoma in her eyes and now has some Arthritis. She has been a real trooper when it comes to putting drops in her eyes and taking arthritis medicine.
She still has a lot of energy and really hasn't slowed down -- gets into the trash, steals food off the table and puts everything into her mouth!!
She lays by the front door until I get home at lunchtime or at night--only a dog lover knows the joy of walking in the door and she jumps up and wiggles all over glad to see you.
I enjoyed Marley and Me - read the whole book! Cried, of course, when Marley dies -- I hope it will prepare when my precious Buffy passes away!
Thanks for writing such a heart warming and amazing book!!
A story from Sondra Dankel about One Lucky Pound Puppy
October 12, 2012 Dear Mr. Grogan, I am a little nervous writing this letter. I just read your little book, Bad Dogs Have More Fun. I have the Marley and Me book, the audio of it, plus it was on TV. I still have not brought myself to read, listen, or hear the whole story because I know Marley dies. I will soon complete the story. Let me introduce myself---my name is Sondra and I live in South Jersey, not too far from you. I became an author last year with my first and only book published, so far, entitled One Lucky Pound Puppy. I would very much like to send a copy of my book to you if you have a post office box. I came up with one address on the internet, but do not know for sure if it is yours and do not want to invade anyone’s privacy. Because of health problems this year I was only able to promote my book for a short time, but I am on the road to recovery. I enjoyed the book signings and meeting interesting people. E-mail email@example.com Website----------www.sondradankel.com phone---home---856-228-5527 My book is available through Tate Publishing, Barnes & Noble.com and Amazon.com and other book stores. It has a 5 star rating and good reviews.
I guess I would like to hear from a professional; someone who has been at the top of the best seller’s list. I would like to hear exactly what you think of my little book. I have written another book, not published yet, called Blessings. I will try to add something in this email about Blessings. It is not about a dog, but about my fictional family in a fictional town in NH. I truly believe every woman will enjoy it. The mother tells the story of her family and children and how she is thankful and blessed. It has humor mixed with love. It is a larger book. I would like to think that something in this book will reach out and touch another person’s life; perhaps a childhood memory, a song, a kiss, a smile, a baby. I am very excited with both my books and hope to get the second one published and out by mother’s day. I went through Tate before, but they are so expensive so I may go through Book Baby this time. Not sure? Any ideas? Your success with Marley was wonderful. I would love to hear some encouraging words or criticism that will further help me. I would love to do a weekly or monthly newspaper column on pets with pet tips and news. It is funny—me writing books! I used to hate to read as a child. I tell everyone if you want a “forever friend”—adopt a pound puppy. Thank you, Sincerely, Sondra
Introduction for "Blessings" Blessings is the first in what I hope to be a series of books about the Turner family. I hope Blessings will be an exciting journey. Many of the places in the book are real. Skippack is a fictional town just as they are my fictional family. I believe every woman,whether young or old, will smile and find love and laughter between these pages, even relating to some of the situations. I hope you will invite the Turner's into your home and will enjoy Blessings so much that you will look forward to book #2.
A story from Retta about WOODWARD DREAM CRUISE
Saturday,August 18, 2012 was a beautiful day (unlike last year's storm). The wonderful restored or original old cars were cruising Woodward Ave. from Ferndale to Pontiac. A wonderful sight to see; at least a million people all gathered to have fun and appreciate what made Detroit great. All of us baby boomers remember cruising Woodward when we were in high school and now the younger generation is getting into the spirit. It's all fun!