Quotes from W. Bruce Cameron

Sometimes that happens to us, way before we're ready, a moment that changes everything. Life will be going along, like normal, and then one day without warning you find out that nothing will ever be the same.

I wagged my tail so the person would know I wasn't serious about all the barking; I was just doing my job.

Humans know everything, not just how to take car rides or where to find bacon but also when dogs are good or bad and where dogs should sleep and what toys they should play with.

The twist in his lower back that was aggravated by lifting objects, or sneezing, or moving, or not moving. No one had ever told him that growing old would hurt so much.

But people don't always make sense. Dogs love them anyway.

Animals Make Us Human: Creating the Best Life for Animals (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2009) and Animals in Translation: Using the Mysteries of Autism to Decode Animal Behavior (Mariner Books, 2006).

Unit Eight-Kilo-Six, what's your twenty?" the radio squawked. "Eight-Kilo-Six, we are proceeding up Amalfi.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn't want to cause him any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better that he wasn't here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

I could get up on that bed and curl up right next to my boy's warmth. The boy loved me. I loved him. From the second we woke up until the moment we fell asleep, we were together.

You can't run away from your problems. They'll always find you.

Somehow I knew that puppies were meant to leave their mothers.

We both knew what was happening now, and we were both grateful for it. Of all the wonderful things that humans do for dogs, this was one of the best—helping us when we are in the sort of pain that can only be eased with death.

Of all the things I'd ever done, making Senora laugh seemed the most important. It was, I reflected, the only thing that gave my life any purpose.

failure isn't an option if success is just a matter of more effort.

Because failure isn't an option if success is just a matter of more effort

The mother is a Chihuahua. The father, we're thinking Yorkie." "Max, you're a Chorkie!" CJ smiled down at me.

Clarity was looking down and seemed unhappy, so I put my paws on her chest and tried to lick her face. In my experience, being licked by a dog can cheer up just about anybody.

There are other dogs who need help. Rescue is like a river; it has to keep flowing. Otherwise even more dogs would die.

Now what? Was I to be reborn over and over, forever? Could a dog have more than one purpose? How was that possible?

Come" meant praise and petting and a treat, so pretty soon I always showed up for it. But my favorite words from him were "Good dog!" "Good dog!" always meant he would pet me, rubbing my fur until I wriggled from my toes to my tail with happiness. His hands smelled of oil and his truck and of papers and other people.

Look, Mom," Maggie Rose said softly. "Lily's doing her job, and Casey's helping!" "You're right," Mom said, just as softly. "I've never seen a wild animal calm down so quickly. Sometimes when animals are frightened, seeing something completely unexpected takes their mind off what's scaring them. Like a bird on a dog's head!

Felix had curled up against me for a nap, and I could feel his purr—such a giant sound for such a tiny thing—humming against my ribs. Ever since we'd come to the apartment, Felix had seemed to think that I'd become his mother. It was embarrassing, but I'd given up shoving him away. You can't really expect a cat to act like he's got brains.

It looked as though I lived in a family of dimwits.

Some humans seem to get excited when they notice dogs peeing in the yard;