Just before the coffin was placed into the flames, something miraculous happened.
The late Thomas Foster’s golden retriever, Hero, barked louder than he ever had before. His sharp cry shattered the silent reverence of the cremation hall. People turned their heads in confusion. Some flinched. Others dismissed it—just a dog, perhaps mourning. But Vicki, the longtime housekeeper who had served the Foster family for decades, knew something was wrong. She stood, trembling, at the edge of the cremation chamber. “Wait, stop!” she cried.
But it was too late.
Hero had slipped free from Conrad’s grip. His paws thundered across the polished floor, his nails clicking with urgency. And in one swift motion, the dog hurled himself at the coffin. The force knocked the finely crafted wood from its platform. It slammed onto the…..Read Full Story Here………………
