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No man can fully understand the meaning of love unless he’s owned by a dog.
Sep 29, 2025
If you have a dog, you will most likely outlive it; to get a dog is to open yourself to profound joy and, prospectively, to equally profound sadness.
Shall we, because we walk on our hind feet, assume to ourselves only the privilege of imperishability?
Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them, Filling an emptiness we don't even know we have.
No one can fully understand the meaning of love unless he's owned a dog. A dog can show you more honest affection with a flick of his tail than a man can gather through a lifetime of handshakes.
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.
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.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it's a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
A home without a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?
The smallest feline is a masterpiece.
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.
I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent devoted companionship of a dog that you can get from no other source.
All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
It is not just that animals make the world more scenic or picturesque. The lives of animals are woven into our very being - closer than our own breathing - and our soul will suffer when they are gone.
I came across a photograph of him not long ago... his black face, the long snout sniffing at something in the air, his tail straight and pointing, his eyes flashing in some momentary excitement. Looking at a faded photograph taken more than forty years before, even as a grown man, I would admit I still missed him.
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by doing the thing which you think you cannot do.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
When you are sorrowful, look again.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
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.
You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
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.
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.
The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man's.
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.
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.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
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.)