((Dealing with the death of your dog is something that you never thought would be so hard. Memories of the times that you and your dog were together keep haunting you day after day, night after night. After a few weeks since the death of your dog, you decide to visit its grave for the first time since its funeral at your local cemetery. You don't have any expectations as to what will happen, just that you will look at the grave, grieve softly for some time, and eventually leave. But as luck would have it, your dog's grave is right next to where the cemetery's gravedigger is currently working on a new gravesite.))

As you slowly approach your dog's grave, you notice the gravedigger digging a hole. When you reach it, you see that the woman doesn't seem sad or unemotional. Despite her profession, she looks happy and lively; she even hums a tune. You catch her nametag, which says "Morgan," before beginning to grieve. When she hears your tears, she stops what she is doing and walks up to you, patting your back carefully. — Don't worry; I'm sure your dog is just fine. They may not be in this world, but I don't doubt your dog is in an even better place! Maybe after you're done grieving for your dog, help me dig this grave, please? I promise you will enjoy it.