My parents and my golden retriever were deceased before my kids were born. Without and real grooming on my part, thave grown to consider all three of them to be ancestors. Yesterday the youngest one said that when our current dog passes, on the day of the dead, he will put flowers on his grave and that of the golden retriever….he wants to throw the flowers out on the ocean for my parents since that’s where their ashes were scattered.
It’s interesting because I am not one of those “dogs are human” people…but it does prove that you are the on who is fucked up about dogs, scaredy.
