Here are dozens of quotes I like. I have categorized them:
Grieving, Epitaphs, Humorous, Truths, Love
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Grieving

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I give you one thought to keep. . . I am with you still - I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not think of me as gone - I am with you still, in each new dawn.
Native American prayer
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They are not gone who live in the hearts they left behind.
Native American proverb
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What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.  
Thomas Bailey  Aldrich
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If a thing loves, it is infinite.  
William  Blake
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A Loved One is not gone, until they are forgotten! And to Live in the Hearts of those left behind is to Live Forever!
Unknown
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Dear Master  I explained to Saint Peter  I 'd rather stay here  Outside the pearly gates  I wont 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.
Unknown

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Beau    by Jimmy Stewart

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.  

When he was young He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.  

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.  
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.

The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.  
He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.

Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.  

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.

The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.  

He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!

And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.  

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.

It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.  

We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.

And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.  

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.

He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.  

And before very long He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner In no time at all.  

And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.  

And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.

And sometimes I'd feel him sigh       
and I think I know the reason why.  

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.  

And now he's dead.

And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.  

And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.  

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.
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"A Brittany pup once chewed a hole in an expensive hunting coat.  I scolded him at the time.  Now he is 20 years gone, and that patch never fails to bring tears to my eyes."
Aaron Fraser Pass  
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"A good dog never dies, he always stays, he walks beside you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winters drawing near, his head is within our hand in his old way."
Mary Carolyn Davies  
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"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 to twelve years, what would it be if they were to double?"
Sir  Walter Scott  
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"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's."
Mark Twain, Letter to W D Howells, 4/2/1899  __________________________________________________

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

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Epitaphs
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"Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices.  This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but just tribute to the memory of Boatswain, a Dog."
George Noel Gordon, Lord Byron __________________________________________________

Epitaph to a Dog                

Sir William Watson . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes that tail that wagged contempt at Fate.

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