When my dog Zelda died in October we knew we had to put her down. The day before she died, I went to my mother's house (where she spent the vast-majority of her life) and started digging. I told my mother to start a hole so I'd know where she wanted it to be. The ground was so dry that it was almost impossible to dig through more than a few inches. We had to get a garden hose and soak the ground. This made it way easier and after about an a hour I dug a fairly decent sized plot. When they put her down, they put her in a casket-shaped box which I was thankful for as my previous dog Chip had been put in a small-luggage shaped bag of black plastic back in the early 2000's. The box added some more mass so we had to readjust the hole a bit. After dumping the dirt on her remains, I said a few words to say goodbye. I knew this reality would one day come since she was a puppy, but she was my baby and it was difficult.