While My Family Fought Over Grandmas Will, I Was the Only One Who Took Her Beloved Dog and Discovered the Secret She Left Behind

They left, defeated by their own greed, leaving me standing in the cold station with a folder that changed my life and a dog that had saved it.

I didn’t buy a mansion or a fleet of cars. I kept my job at the hospital, but I donated enough to build a new pediatric wing. I bought a house with a massive, fenced-in yard where Berta could spend her final years napping in the sun. Grandma was right—I was a nurse, and I knew how to fix things. And with her help, I fixed everything I could.