Sequoia Coast life can only mean hardly anything

Blue Willow tried to help, really she did, but she just couldn't bring herself to grasp the bundle that had been her foster daughter. She did nudge ever so often, offering to push. Though truth be told, she felt as if she was sicking in sand, her vision blurry and her body grief stricken. She wasn't even sure she was thinking straight, so numb she felt.

Shaking her head and forcing herself forward, she lent her own paws to the work. It was rhythmic and calming, and it gave her chance to allow her mind to wander. It wandered back to the first day, that she had met Amelie. The day she had promised to take care of the girl, she had failed, badly.

 She sighed, and as they reached a point, she again nudged the now silent girl into the grave. Making sure to now allow her body any abuse. As what was once Amelie fell into the dirt, a soft tear slid down her face. She spoke softly, Goodbye Amelie. Love you.