Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
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'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die-it's a major offence.
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.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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.
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.
Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself.
The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
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.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
I care not much for a man's religion whose dog and cat are not the better for 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?
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