Some of you may have heard these famous, funny or serious pet dog and cat quotes before – at least one or two of them - but a good friend of mine sent them to me as a “cheer-up-Charlie” note on Facebook last week.

So here they are: the most popular of ALL the funny cat quotes, dog quotes, pet loss quotes, and all animal quotes throughout history. Some famous animal quotes, mostly dog quotes and cat quotes, were not sent to me but taken from the ten million books I own on pets, cats, dogs, pet care, funny pets and animals, etc (and some that I know by heart as a rescue volunteer):

“Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.” – George Elliot

“Dogs come when they’re called. Cats take a message and get back to you later!” – Mary Bly

“The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.” – Andrew A. Rooney

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.” — Gandhi

“All of the animals except for man know that the principle business of life is to enjoy it.” — Samuel Butler

“To err is human. To forgive, canine.” – Unknown

“Did you ever walk into a room and forget why you walked in? I think that is how dogs spend their lives!” – Sue Murphy

“No heaven will not ever Heaven be, unless my pets are there to welcome me.” – Unknown

“The trouble with a kitten is that eventually it becomes a cat!” – Ogden Nash

“If I have any beliefs about immortality it is that certain dogs I know will go to Heaven, and very very few people.” – James Thurber

“I’ve met many thinkers and many cats, but the wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.” – Hippolyte Taine

“A dog has lots of friends because he wags his tail and not his tongue.” – Author Unknown

“The dog represents all that is best in man.” – Etienne Charlet

I feel so lonely today even though I’m surrounded by my parents and family…

"Dora-Dear" the Cuddler

but what/who I don’t have is my precious baby Theodore, my very first rescue pet cat. His fun-filled feline life ended 6 months ago today, after finding out he had cancer about 8 days before. He suffered through two surgeries but the cancer spread throughout his bile duct and you cannot remove the entire bile duct from a cat’s body.

I was an absolute wreck that day – I remember it like it was yesterday. I cried and sobbed over his limp and lifeless body on the exam table, screaming & pleading for God to tell me why he took my best friend of 11.5 years. I actually stopped praying for a good 4 months and – as much as I hate admitting this – I blamed God or whatever Higher Being there is out there watching over us for taking away the thing that was most precious to me (besides my Mother)thus far in life (as a 30-yr-old single gal who is shy, selfless and giving, will only date a man who loves cats and dogs and is “an overall animal-person”)…

Loved to play coy & pretend he couldn't hear me....!

There’s really nothing anyone can say to make the pain of pet loss go away. It just takes time to heal and go through the stages of grief. Reading the pet loss poems on my blog and other inspiring stories help a bit, and journaling does too.

My Mom tried to cheer me up & actually had me hysterical laughing with memories of him running mad circles around the downstairs of the house….or how he would drag his 2.5-foot-long dangler toy upstairs to my bedroom in the middle of the night… and how he used to run so fast he looked like he was a furiously hovering ball of tabby fur  when I would call for him outside. Eventually I was in tears and laughing at the same time – living an oxymoron — laughter/happiness with grief/sadness.

I made a little memorial today for Theodore the rescue cat (aka “Pork-a-Dore” b/c he was a fat old tabby!) with candles, pictures and his paw print and tuft of fur the vet sent me with his ashes.

Theodore – I LOVE you and I MISS YOU TERRIBLY. Sometimes I wish I

My Main Man LOVED His Scratching Post & Cat Nip Toys

could be in Heaven with you. But I can’t and I have to move on. You should know that in my 30 years I have NEVER GRIEVED LIKE I DID (and still am) FOR YOU. I’m still not used to you not hogging the end of the bed and me not moving because I don’t want to disturb you. I’m still not used to you not being at the treat cabinet and opening it with your paws to hint that you want crunchies. And I’m still not used to the gaping hole left in my heart, soul and self that only you could fill. You are the most precious thing I have ever had the privilege of having and I will always remember your human-like demeanor, how you comforted me through some of the roughest times a person could face, your undying loyalty and love for me, and how you would let me hold and hug and kiss you for hours… Purring all the while…

This is a pet loss poem I found here:

LIVING LOVE

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember…

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder.

Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking animal in a shelter – simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room – and when you feel it brush against you for the first time – it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

Cat Blogosphere's Heartfelt Pet Photo Gift

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend’s diet – and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day, if your friend and God have not decided for you, you will be faced with making a decision of your own – on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you, you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul – a bit smaller in size than your own – seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come. And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg – very very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay – you will remember those three significant days.

The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart. As time passes the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when – along with the memory of your pet, and piercing through the heaviness in your heart – there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization

My Green-Eyed "Little Man"

takes the form of a Living Love – like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow – and be there for us to remember.

It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets – it is a Love that we will always possess.

Reggie LOVED the Snow

Dear bloggy friends and family, I have a prayer request that needs to be spread immediately please…My brother’s 13-year-old German Shepherd crossed the Rainbow Bridge this weekend. He lives in New Jersey so I just found out. We are all devastated.

Reggie and Dad Keith

First, let me explain something. He’s not REALLY my brother, but his sister is my best friend in the universe since college (and we consider each other as sisters) and he’s  JUST LIKE an older brother to me and always has been.

We were in college in Colorado when Keith got Reggie, a sweet, big-eared, extra-large, curious little German Shepherd that loved people immediately, loved to play in any field with any ball, and loved to run free, ears flapping and tongue wagging wildly. He was such a gentle giant: he would let little children scream and play and poke and prod him without a word of protest. He would loyally follow Keith’s every instruction — one of the best trained and smartest and intuitive dogs I’ve ever known (and I’ve known A LOT of dogs…).

Reggie Playing with His Frisbee

Reggie TRULY was a model Shepherd — he was perfect. He came from a breeder (a REPUTABLE one, don’t worry) and he was a hell of a representative of what the German Shepherd dog breed should be.

So here’s to Reggie, and here’s to you Keith, my pseudo-big-brother:

THE RAINBOW BRIDGE

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.  When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

Cutest Puppy EVER!

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers.

Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress his beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

I love you Keith and I love you Reggie; you will be sorely missed and are irreplaceable.

Love, Jaim

Reggie Loved the Bed...

Thanks to my new great friend Neil at Life With Dogs for posting this video from BlogPaws this past weekend…you guys GOTTA see this video:

http://lifewithdogs.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-change-video-from-blogpaws-2010.html

Neil, the Brilliant Mind Behind "Life With Dogs" and me

I found this on a blog called Everyone Deserves a Special Friend and had to share it with you all. This should be posted in every shelter, pound, city council building, police station, dog park, pet store, pet rescue, library, and utility pole across the country. Sure puts BSL in its place…

 A Pit Bull’s Prayer

Spirit in the sky, who watches over all animals: it is my prayer and my request that you grant greater understanding, and acceptance to humans; those who love us, and those who hate us.

That they will know how loyal we are, how brave we are, and how loving we are.  Help them to accept us as a breed in whole and not let the few tragedies shine brighter then the many great traits that we have.

And those who would kill me, let them know, I forgive them even though I don’t understand their hatred.  And those who would beat me, let them know I still love them, even though it is not the honorable way (to treat me).

Thank you for all the strong traits that you have given to me and my breed.  Help those to know that I stand for courage, strength, loyalty, and bravery, and as my master already knows, let those who would come against my family know that I would surely die defending them.

And just one thing that I would ask: let my master know, that if you should call me away, that I will wait patiently at those pearly gates until the one who chose me comes home.

Amen.

Author Unknown

This is borrowed from my favorite dog rescuer’s blog: A Dog Rescuer’s Life. It talks about how vital animal rescuers are in our pets’ lives. Prepare to need Kleenex…

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It is said that when animals die they don’t go to heaven, they go to the Rainbow Bridge where they wait for their owners. The area around the Rainbow Bridge is sunny, warm but not too warm, flowers, grass and all the animals have been restored to a youthful healthy state.

On one particular day it was unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before.

But the animals who had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch.

It wasn’t long before an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.

He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again! As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be.

But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge.

With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly. They weren’t playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.

One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn’t understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for a while to explain it to him.

“You see, that poor animal was abanonded by his owners. He was turned into a shelter just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of the shelter and passed on. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge. ”

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, “So what will happen now?”

As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted.

Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.

“Watch, and see” said the second animal.

A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed him towards The Bridge.

They all crossed The Bridge together.

“What happened?”

“That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of his work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn’t place on earth, across The Rainbow Bridge. ”

“I think I like rescuers,” said the first animal.

“So does GOD,” was the reply.

I got this in one of those adorable email forwards but it was so cute I had to share it with everyone here…

DOG LOGIC

-The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. -Anonymous

-There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. -Ben Williams

- A dog is the only thing on Earth that loves you more than he loves himself. -Josh Billings

-The average dog is nicer than the average person. -Andy Rooney

-Anybody who doesn’t know what soap tastes like never washed a dog. -Franklin P. Jones

-My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to $3.00 a can. That’s almost $21.00 in dog money. -Joe Weinstein

-If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man. – Mark Twain

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

-If you think dogs can’t count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them. -Phil Pastoret

I got this from Braodview Kennels yesterday when I went to pick up a new foster dog with my sister (that story coming later this week so stay tuned, it’s exciting!)…

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainments, but I have only you.

5. Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.

7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.

10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can’t bear to watch. Don’t make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.

UPDATE: 1/29/10: I have just found the original author of this work. His name is Stan Rawlinson, and you can see his original version and other brilliant works at his website: http://www.doglistener.co.uk/

Please everyone send your purr-rayers and good thoughts our way. My family (my sister) has lost their 10-year-old beloved Pit Bull mix, Tux. “Tucky” was a sweet, sweet dog who loved to play with sticks bigger than he was, go for fast walks and sit right on your lap. He had to be laid to rest yesterday. It’s been a very rough 24 hours around here.

To Ashly:
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Author unknown

**We love you Tucky and we will miss you dearly. We can’t wait to see you again one day and we know that last night there was one star up in heaven shining a little bit brighter.**
Love,
Jaime

Author Unknown

Everyone take heed…and please pass this around to everyone thinking of getting a puppy or dog this holiday season…
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Twas the night before Christmas
when all thru the house

Not a creature was stirring
not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.

The children all nestled snug in their beds
With no thought of the dog filling their head.

And mom in her kerchief and I in my cap
Knew the dog was cold, but didn’t care about that.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Clause with his eyes full of tears.

He unchained the dog once so lively and quick
Last year’s Christmas present now painfully sick.

More rapid than eagles he called the dog’s name
and the dog ran to him despite all his pain.

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen.

To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Let’s find this dog a home where he will be loved by all.

I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year
For Santa had made one thing quite clear.

The gift of a dog is not just for the season
We had gotten the dog for all the wrong reasons.

In our haste to think of the kids a gift
There was one important thing we missed

A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don’t give a gift, then put it on a chain.

And I heard him explain as he rode out of site,
“You weren’t given a gift, you were given a life.”