If anyone is interested, I have a song that my mother sang to me back in the l950's. I still sing it today. The dog's name is "Buddy" and is very sad. Hope you like it.

[LITTLE BUDDY from Hank Snow.]
Broken hearted and so sad,
golden curls all wet with tears,
twas a picture of sorrow to see.
standing close by the side
of his pal and only pride,
a little lad, these words he said to me.

He was such a lovely doggy,
and to me he was such fun,
but today as we played by the way.
A drunken man got mad at him
because he barked in joy,
he beat him, now he's dying here today.

Will you call the doctor please and
tell him, if he comes right now,
he may save my precious doggy,
because I prayed.
But when I lifted up his head,
his little pal was dead,
just a shiver, and he slowly passed away.

There's a tiny narrow grave,
where the willows softly play
and there on a shingle of pine,
Little Buddy, rest in Peace
God will watch you through the years,
cause I told him, in my prayers, that you were mine.

Cheers
Catherine