Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.— Sigmund Freud
Perspective Dog Loss quotations
The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man's.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears.
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.
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.
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 louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them, Filling an emptiness we don't even know we have.
A person who has never owned a dog has missed a wonderful part of life.
Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.
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.
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.
For those who love dogs, it would be the worst form of a lie to call any place where dogs were banned "Paradise." Certainly no loving God would separate people from their canine friends for eternity.
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.
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother. They had buried him under our elm tree, they said-yet this wasn't totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.
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?
I believe it's our loss of connection with our instinctual side that prevents us from being effective pack leaders for our dogs. Perhaps it's also why we also seem to be failing at being positive guardians of our planet.
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.
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.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
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.
Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind , a dog's fidelity!
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.
A new dog never replaces an old dog, it merely expands the heart.