Monday, April 17, 8:00 PM. Garrett.

I can’t believe he’s gone. In a way I really don’t believe he’s gone.

Trevor and I spent all day digging a grave for him. It’s across the river in the north field. The ground is hard even with all the rain, and we were black with mud by the time we came home. I made a coffin out of plywood. It’s just a box, 6 ½ by 3 by 2 feet. He’s not as big as he used to be. I can almost carry him myself. We’ll bury him tomorrow.