Nothing wrong with tearing up a little at storys like this one.
The best country song line ever, "She never cried when Old Yeller died, and I ain't gonna cry when she's gone."
My dad had an article from a wood working magazine he subscribed to. The guy had a block of wood, he decided to carve a dog out of it. While ruffing it out on the band saw, he hit some metal, and leather, so the piece was pretty much ruined by something that was inside the tree as it grew. The thing is that he started to carve around the artifact, and it was an old dog collar nailed to the tree that the tree grew around.
Put 2 and 2 together, why would you nail a collar to a tree if you didn't bury the dog at the base of the tree?