Sunday morning my father and I buried Lily. The ground was frozen and it was quite a challenge to dig the hole. We used a pick to break into the soil, over and over, an inch at a time. Finally after two hours a hole appeared. My mom and sister came out and all together we put Lily in her grave. It was so sad. I keep thinking of her, wearing her red sweater and covered in her favorite blanket, sleeping forever in that cardboard box, buried deep in the backyard.