During my granddaughter’s funeral, her dog wouldn’t leave the casket alone—his barking shook us all.
The Day My Granddaughter’s Dog Changed Everything at Her Funeral
I’d always believed funerals were meant for those left behind—not for the ones we’d lost. The sorrow, the rituals, the tears—they were to help us grieve, not to bring peace to the dead.
But what unfolded at my granddaughter’s service shook every truth I thought I held. Her name was Lily. Just twenty-one.
