Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you.
Twas heaven here with you,
I loved you so.

Isla Paschal Richardson

I know God would never give me something that I could not handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.
     (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

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

I explained it to St. Peter,
I'd rather stay here
Outside the pearly gate.
I won't be a nuisance,
I won't even bark,
I'll be very patient and wait,

I'll be here, chewing
on a celestial bone,
No matter how long
you may be.

I'd miss you so much,
if I went in alone,
It wouldn't be heaven
for me.

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.

No, heaven will not ever Heaven be. Unless my cats are there to welcome me.

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.

God turns clouds inside out to make fluffy beds for the dogs in Dog Heaven, and when they are tired from running and barking and eating ham-sandwich biscuits, the dogs find a cloud bed for sleeping. God watches over each one of them. And there are no bad dreams.

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

	  
Courage doesn't always 
roar.
Sometimes courage is 
the quiet voice
at the end of the day
saying,
"I will try again tomorrow."

I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?

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 wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

Don't cry because it's over, Smile because it happened.