He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion. Our dogs will love and admire the meanest of us, and feed our colossal vanity with their uncritical homage.— Agnes Repplier
Revolutionary Dog Grief quotations
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.
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.
His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.
When the heart is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it Let the wound lie open Let the wind from the good old sea blow in to bathe the wound with salt and let it sting. Let a stray dog lick it Let a bird fly in the hole and sing a simple song like a tiny bell and let it ring.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
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.
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.
Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.
No man can fully understand the meaning of love unless he’s owned by a dog.
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.
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.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.
Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself.
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.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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.
People who really appreciated animals always asked their names.
And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life.
Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many of you do also. It is almost a failure of will, a failure of love, to let them grow old-or so it feels. We would do anything to keep them with us, and to keep them young. The one gift we cannot give.
Families buying dog food now, starvation roams the streets.
Babies die before their born, infected by the grief.
I am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-- even the dogs were howling.