Alas, poor Pluto, I knew him well. A doggie of of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy
 

He made me lie beneath the still blue waters. Do you know how unusual that is for a dog?

He was a good listener. That's one thing I always liked about him. We used to hunt for wabbits together, and When scary night descended, I would read to him from his favorite book, the Canterbury Tales

The cat will mew and the dog will have his day.  And if a mouse can love a beast, that mouse was surely me. They even named a planet after him. Now that's gone too.

Farewell my yellow friend, farewell.

They say that even Hitler loved his dog.
I don't see how that's one bit relevant.