Such Short Little Lives Our Pets Have

Then I Dropped My Forehead Against His And Sat There For A Long Time, As If I Could Telegraph A Message Through Our Two Skulls, From My Brain To His. I Wanted To Make Him Understand Some Things. You Know All That Stuff We’ve Always Said About You?” I Whispered. “what A Total Pain You Are? Don’t Believe It. Don’t Believe It For A Minute, Marley.” He Needed To Know That, And Something More, Too. There Was Something I Had Never Told Him, That No One Ever Had. I Wanted Him To Hear It Before He Went. Marley,” I Said. “you Are A Great Dog.

When I Wrote 'marley & Me,' I Had A Clear Audience In Mind. And It Did Not Include Children. I Wrote My Book For Adults And Assumed Only Adults, And Possibly Teenagers, Would Be Drawn To It.

He Taught Us The Art Of Unqualified Love. How To Give It, How To Accept It. Where There Is That, Most Other Pieces Fall Into Place.

A Dog Doesn't Care If You're Rich Or Poor, Educated Or Illiterate, Clever Or Dull. Give Him Your Heart And He Will Give You His.

In A Dog's Life, Some Plaster Would Fall, Some Cushions Would Open, Some Rugs Would Shred. Like Any Relationship, This One Had Its Costs. They Were Costs We Came To Accept And Balance Against The Joy And Amusement And Protection And Companionship He Gave Us.