The sound of the shovel hitting the ground gave me the chills. My dad was digging a hole to barry my dog. When I had heard that she died, all I could do was cry. I had her since I was four and she was my best friend and I never wanted to see her go. As my dad finished he walked away from the hole covered in sweat. He grabbed her and held her in his arms he started to walk towards the hole I felt tears coming back up through my eyes. My dad put her in the hole, and asked if we had anything to say. No one could talk because of the sadness inside of us. He started to throw the dirt on to her, as she slowly disappeared beneath the soil, it started to snow. Not the kind of snow you normally see but the kind of snow that came down each in a separate flake. We all looked to the sky and knew it was God giving us a sign that she had made it to heaven and that she would now be happy.