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.
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.
The best way to get over a dog's death is to get another soon.
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.
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.
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