Dogs Dying Quotes

Working on television is therapeutic to me. When that camera comes on all negativity vanishes. I forget about the fight I had with my neighbor. I forget about the pain in my left foot. I forget about my dog dying. Performing, for me, is an emotional cure all.

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.

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?

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.

I have a dog and sometimes I'll be the littlest kid with my dog and marvel at his ears and his nose and how he looks at me. If he died, I'd bawl like a baby.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

We had a dog, Apples. He was 13 years old, toothless, blind and had the worst breath this side of Jabba the Hut. But he was the sweetest dog, and I cried and cried when he died.

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.

When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

I guess you don't really own a dog, you rent them, and you have to be thankful that you had a long lease.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The better I get to know men, the more I find myself loving dogs.

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.

Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.

Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.

If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.

Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.