The death rate of the pandemic was staggering, it was a constant stream of one loss after another. Most people died in hospital rooms surrounded by strangers, without their loved ones by their side holding their hand. After their death there were no funeral services to send them home and provide closure. It created a profound sense of mourning that could not be addressed. The only way I could express this was through making reliquary boxes for those I loved whose ashes I had: my pets. I made them one at a time, using up all the clay for each as each has some of their ashes mixed in. I fired them one at a time, one day at a time. In doing so I thanked them for being in my life and bringing me such joy, and asked their forgiveness for all the times I failed them. Each box holds their ashes, tags, in some a toy, collar, picture.