Quotes About Loyalty

I was his dog, and he was my boy. I loyally remained where I was. I had fulfilled my purpose.

You can usually tell that a man is good if he has a dog who loves him.

The job of a good dog was ultimately to be with them, remaining by their sides no matter what course their lives might take. All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather was tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.

I remembered the boy crying the day they buried Smokey in the yard, and I hoped he wouldn't cry over my death. My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy.

As for me: I loyally remained right where I was, remembering the very first I had ever seen the boy and then just now, the very last time-and all the times in between. The deep aching grief I knew I would feel would come soon enough, but at that moment mostly what I felt was peace, secure in the knowledge that by living my life the way I had, everything had come down to this moment. I had fulfilled my purpose.

As I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog.

All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather was tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.

Human motivation is unfathomable to dogs, so I wasn't sure why the two of us were separated, but I knew that when the time came, Ethan would Find me.

This was, I decided, my purpose as a dog, to comfort the boy whenever he needed me. Sometimes

But humans drive the cars and decide when dogs eat and where dogs live and clearly this was something else in their power - they could find their dogs when they needed them.

When she sat on the couch I jumped up to be with her and I put my head in her lap. I could feel some of the tension and sadness leave her. I was giving Mom comfort. This was more important than going for walks, more important than helping feed the cats—it was the most important job I had. I knew I should sit with Mom for as long as she needed me.

People are vastly more complicated than dogs and served a much more important purpose. The job of a good dog was ultimately to be with them, remaining by their sides no matter what course their lives may take. All I could do now was offer him comfort, the assurance that as he left this life he was not alone but rather tended by the dog who loved him more than anything in the whole world.

You remind me in so many ways of my dog Molly, her gentleness, but also Max, with his self-assurance. Will you tell my angel dogs I'm coming to be with them soon? And will you be with me in my final moments? I don't wan to be afraid- and if you're there, I know I'll be brave. You're my forever friend, Toby.

a dog's job was to do what people wanted.

struggled to get down to play with this new friend, but Ethan held me tight.

The sharp pain I felt when I thought about how much I missed the boy was just something to get used to: a dog's job was to do what people wanted.

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

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

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.

Bailey, you take good care of Ethan, okay?" I wagged my tail in cheerful non-comprehension. Were we going for a car ride or what?

If my girl threw the ball here, there was nothing to stop it from bouncing forever. Well, nothing except a good dog who would catch it and then run away from her.

W. Bruce Cameron

My dog back home, Molly…" CJ said to me, and her voice trailed off. She sighed. "I needed Molly so much, Max. I was younger when I got her, and stuff at home … it wasn't so great. But you—it's different with you. You need me. I just wish Jillian could see that!

Unbidden, the sadness I'd felt from Senora washed through me, and I wanted to squirm up to her and lick her palms and make her happy again. 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.