went over pets in roman civilization today and im the guy who wrote a paragraph long epitaph for his dog
How sweet she was, how kind who while was was living, was lying on my chest always a partner in my dreams and in my bed. The day that you died was indeed a terrible day, Myia! Sometimes you would bark unrestrained. if some rival was near your mistress. The day that you died was indeed a terrible day, Myia! Now a deep tomb holds you. You are not able to either bark or to jump up. You can no longer show your affection for me with your gentle bites.