Pup picture to follow, but in the meantime... I was thinking of that song Shannon from the 1970s. I listened to a little portable radio all the time when I was a little kid, and so there's always music on a permanent loop in my brain whenever I think of those times. It's really funny to me when I think of the way Himself doesn't have that frame of reference, since his childhood didn't have him anywhere near American pop radio. Times generally are defined by the songs and shoes of that period for me, so I think of his childhood soundtrack as the sweltering, humid cacophony of the rain forest.
Anyway, I never really knew what this song was about, and didn't know it by heart, but I do remember that it was in very heavy rotation around '76-'77, and the chorus was haunting. The internet is so great for resolving the mystery of all those little things you ever wondered about. This is why it's so easy to stay up until 3AM chasing one's tail. Written by Harry Gross, Shannon was about the death of Beach Boy Carl Wilson's beloved dog of the same name. The whole story is over here, but I thought it was interesting, and I still think it's a pretty song. Considering how devoted our pets are to us-- we're their whole world-- a tribute in song is quite fitting.