When I was young I remember coming home from school to watch cartoons and eat my peanut butter sandwich with my dog Molly in my lap. This was a everyday thing. I changed my sandwich to ham and Molly would eat the pieces that fell to her. One day I got home got my sandwich and sat down and turned on the tv to Spongebob, I looked in my lap and seen the little pieces of ham and bread. I stood up and went to my Mamaw and asked “Where was Molly”? Mamaw said that “Molly was gone for the time being and was off having all the ham she wanted”. I was ok with this knowing that she was happy. About a year ago I went to my Mamaw and said “How did she die”? She said “How'd who die”? I said “Molly”. Mamaw then went on to say that Molly laid down where me and her used to sit and barked and went. I went to sit in that same spot and acting as I picked her up and put her in my lap. I felt as she was laying there looking at me asking, begging for the little pieces of my sandwich. I, on purpose let little pieces hit my lap. I then acting as I picked her up and took her to where my Mamaw said she was buried her so she could rest in peace. I gave to my knees and look at the grave that was covered in sticks and leaves, I brushed them away and as one single tear went down my face and hit the grave. I cleared my throat looked up and saw nothing, it felt as when I started to walk away that there was nothing but a void. I looked back and swear to this day molly was there, sitting on her grave. She barked and turned and faded. I walked away with a smile on my face and one single tear that ran down my face. I was happy knowing that she was happy.