Dog Died Quotes

Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Our dog died from licking our wedding picture.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

I love it, to have the same crew. I'm not married. I don't have children. My 17-year-old dog died. I'm kind of on my own. So I really like having the same camera guy for four years. I love looking around and seeing the hair and makeup people who have been there from the beginning.

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

A real man would never cry in public unless he was watching a movie in which a heroic dog died to save its master.Or if Heidi klum unbuttoned her blouse. Or he accidently dropped a full case of beer.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?' he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. 'Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream.' Nicholson nodded. 'What's the point exactly?' The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't know it. I mean he wouldn't wake up till he died himself.

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.

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.

Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.

Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.

I care not much for a man's religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.

If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.

Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.

To those people who say, 'My father is alive because of animal experimentation,' I say, 'Yeah, well, good for you. This dog died so your father could live.' Sorry, but I am just not behind that kind of trade-off.

Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.

If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.