12:16 PM, Tuesday, Apr. 19, 2011
She was too deep, we couldn't reach her, we couldn't even see her head. But she looked so soft and white. Paws unmoving and gently lying there. Very soft, so soft it looked fragile, brittle. And so naturally white, surrounded by the dark dirt, as if folded up cosily in a bed. It felt surreal, as if the burrow was a secret hidden by nature. It's prickling to see only that, and then slowly the dirt piles up and a stone plugs and you can no longer see her at all. Closure. But then I want to see her again, white, and soft, and quick, and cheeky, and alive.