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.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you love yourself.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.
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.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
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.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man's.
Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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.
I guess you don't really own a dog, you rent them, and you have to be thankful that you had a long lease.
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.
You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
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