A Memory...

I had a memory of a story I loved in Grade 7 today...

It was in my Humanities 7 textbook and was set in Mesopotamia (I BELIEVE...), it was about a dog. The story was about this boy who lived in some village and had a dog as a pet. He loved the dog a lot. Then one day a volcano (or some natural disaster) hit the village and he had to evacuate with his family. To the boy's horror, his dog had to be left behind. The dog sat in the family home as the volcano (?) attacked the city... Cut to thousands of years later, an archeologist is digging up ash in the city and comes across the bones of a dog and wonders what it's story could have been...

I remember I CRIIIIIIIIED about this... It was such a wonderful story to me back then and now I can't find it. But yeah, the boy loved the dog, the dog loved the boy, the dog died alone and was thought of thousands of years later... so operatic! WONDERFUL! Truly wonderful!

Am I the only one that thinks this?