Dogs/Family/Relationships
One Life at a Time
My Dog was My Grandpa

When I was young, I was a true-blue believer in reincarnation. Specifically, when I was looking at our family’s golden retriever, Nellie. One night, over dinner, it became clear to me that she was my grandpa on my mother’s side. We had lost him a few years before to cancer. He was my first gut-wrenching loss, and it came as no…