They say dogs can sense things we can’t. Ghosts, bad vibes, earthquakes—whatever it is, animals always know first. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what Luna did at my dad’s funeral. And what we found when she barked open the truth.
hat drizzles just enough to make everything feel heavy. It wasn’t sudden. We had been expecting it for months—cancer, slow and cruel. But even when death takes its time, it still feels like a thief in the night. It still guts you.