At My Father’s Funeral, His Dog Barked at the Coffin— Then I Opened The Lid What I Found Inside Left Me Frozen. They say dogs sense things we can’t. I never believed that—until the day we buried my father. It had rained the morning of the funeral, the kind of light drizzle that doesn’t soak you but stays long enough to settle in your bones. The cemetery was quiet, but not still. There was a breeze that made the tree branches rustle like whispers—like the world was trying to say something only th