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Nothing to be done really about animals. Anything you do looks foolish. The answer isn't in us. It's almost as if were put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.
Oct 1, 2025
I feel about my dogs now, and all the dogs I had prior to this, the way I feel about children—they are that important to me. When I have lost a dog I have gone into a mourning period that lasted for months.
Dogs come into our lives to teach us about love and loyalty. They depart to teach us about loss. A new dog never replaces an old dog; it merely expands the heart. If you have loved many dogs, your heart is very big.
That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind , a dog's fidelity!
A new dog never replaces an old dog, it merely expands the heart.
It's almost as if we're put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.
Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Sometimes losing a pet is more painful than losing a human because in the case of the pet, you were not pretending to love it.
The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?
His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
The bond with a dog is as lasting as the ties of this earth can ever be.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever-in case I need him. And I expect I will-as I always have. He is just my dog.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.
No matter how little money and how few possesions you own, having a dog makes you rich.
We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan.
A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.
If there is a heaven, it's certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.
People who really appreciated animals always asked their names.
To call him a dog hardly seems to do him justice, though inasmuch as he had four legs, a tail, and barked, I admit he was, to all outward appearances. But to those who knew him well, he was a perfect gentleman.
Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?
We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother. They had buried him under our elm tree, they said-yet this wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.