At the girl’s funeral, her grandfather suspected something and decided to open the coffin lid: what he saw nearly made him faint 
At Liza’s funeral, a heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by muffled sobs and the dull barking of a dog pulling toward the coffin.
The girl’s grandfather stood still, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his old coat, staring at the white coffin lid under which his only granddaughter rested. She had passed suddenly, far too soon.
The dog paced back and forth, howling, as if it couldn’t accept it. Everyone thought it was out of grief. But the old man sensed something was wrong.
The grandfather stepped toward the coffin. The people around him began to whisper:
– He’s gone mad with grief…
– Poor old man…
But he didn’t care. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst from his chest. As his hand touched the lid, he heard a sound. Barely audible, almost imperceptible – like a faint moan, a whimper…
The crowd froze. Someone shouted:
– Don’t do it!
– Spare yourself, please!
But he was already tearing at the lid, breaking the locks, ripping off the latches – as if in a trance. Finally, the lid gave way. The grandfather looked inside – and nearly fainted from what he saw. Continued in the first comment 
Inside, next to his granddaughter’s body, lay her beloved cat – Lea – curled up.
Her fur was disheveled, her eyes closed. Dead.
The animal had likely slipped into the coffin to say goodbye. Perhaps her heart couldn’t bear it – sorrow, grief, fear, all those emotions that people so often hide live openly in animals.
The old man sank to his knees, and the tears finally broke through. Not just for Liza. But also for how even animals say goodbye more sincerely than people. How they feel more than we’re willing to admit.
Lea lay beside the girl, as if guarding her on her final journey.
In that farewell, there was something terrifying, but also something pure. Real.
Afterward, the people in the town spoke for a long time about the strange funeral.
