My Dog Brought Me My Late Daughter’s Sweater the Police Had Taken – Then He Led Me to a Place That Stopped Me Cold
Weeks after losing my daughter in a tragic accident, I was drowning in grief and barely functioning. Then one foggy morning, our dog started acting strangely — and what he led me to changed everything. My name is Erin, 40, and exactly three weeks ago, my world cracked in half. My 10-year-old daughter, Lily, was…