I can remember an old 78 RPM record that we had over 60 years ago. As I can remember, the words to the song went something like this:

Poor old Rover, his roving days are over.
He can hardly get around, oh the poor old hound.
He followed me, so faithfully.

There's a spot on the hill, that is peaceful and still.
Where I will place a slab of stone.
Up the Hill, we've got to go.
But old Rover don't know, that I'll be coming back all alone.
Poor old Rover, come on let's get it over.
Then I'll kneel and say a prayer, let us meet up there.
Rest peacefully, Old Rover.