Sandy's grave was dug the moment its nerves in the back failed after a routine operation. The poor dog could barely drag itself around on its fore legs. One can only imagine the pain. The offer was made to put the dog to sleep and save it from a life of misery. But its keeper delayed in the hope that it would get well. The grave waited open and ready. The bedsores came and sandy went through awful pan, but hung on to life by its front legs and a bark. "Why delay?", they said. "Why put the dog through so much pain?". Then soon Sandy stood again. The grave is still there. Waiting. But maybe Sandy won't be coming so soon. To keep the grave at bay, someone must have faith.