three years ago, I lost my mother to lung cancer. My dog Reese had bonded with her. We snuck Reese into the hospital to see her. She would climb all over the bed, then lick my mother’s face. Mom smiled and loved every minute. She was in hospice at our home for her last couple of weeks. Reese was with her and announced the moment of her passing with one shrill bark across the house.

Reese then became caregiver for my grieving father.

They too bonded. Reese visited dad in the hospital earlier this year as he was dying of pneumonia. They were so happy to see each other.

These days she comforts their grieving son.

— Robert from McKinney, TX