It was a cloudy day, and the sky seemed as sorrowful as everyone present at Hannah’s funeral, who were in complete silence. Some people held handkerchiefs, while others, with tear-filled eyes, remembered every happy moment shared with her. The wind blew softly, rustling the leaves of the trees, as if nature itself was paying its final tribute. Suddenly, an unexpected sound broke the silence.

It was Duke, Hannah’s loyal dog. He started barking incessantly. He wasn’t just any dog.

He had always been Hannah’s inseparable companion. And now, there, in front of everyone, Duke fixed his gaze on the casket, his barking growing louder and more insistent. People looked at each other, surprised and uneasy.

What is he seeing? they whispered. Some seemed disturbed, pacing back and forth, but unable to look away. Duke’s barking only grew, as if he were trying to warn about something.

Duke was a smart dog, and everyone in the village knew it. His fame went beyond the affection he inspired. He seemed to have a sensitivity that surpassed human understanding.

Some children, seeing him there, began to feel a chill down their spines, remembering all those scary stories they had heard about dogs that could sense things, we, humans, couldn’t. What was Duke trying to communicate? It was clear that he knew something, something that unsettled even the adults, but no one dared to ask aloud. With his eyes fixed on a specific point, his behavior suggested something was wrong in that place.

At that moment, some adults began to approach Duke, trying to calm him down. However, he kept barking non-stop, his gaze locked directly on the casket. There was something in his posture and almost palpable determination that even made the most skeptical hesitate.

Curiosity filled the atmosphere, and soon, everyone wanted to understand what he was trying to say. Father Michael, standing in the front, close to the casket, noticed that all eyes were now on him and the dog. Duke tried to contain his agitation, took a deep breath, and gestured for people to settle down again.

But the barking didn’t stop. With a faint and uncomfortable attempt at a smile, the priest realized that something strange was unfolding, and Duke’s gaze seemed to insist that no one ignore what was happening. The priest decided to approach Duke, using a gentle voice.

He tried to talk to the dog, saying, come on, Duke, calm down. Everything is fine here. But even so, Duke continued to bark, as if he were trying to warn of something terrible that no one could see.

Cautiously, the priest extended his hand to stroke the dog’s head, but Duke pulled back, letting out a low growl, without taking his eyes off the casket. The priest began to sweat, wiping his forehead as he looked around, aware that everyone in the church was watching his every move. It’s just a dog, he said with a nervous laugh, trying to get people to focus back on the ceremony.

But deep down, even he seemed uncomfortable, almost as if he sensed that something bigger was at play, something Duke insisted on revealing. Some people noticed that the priest avoided looking directly at the casket, as if he didn’t want to see what Duke seemed to be seeing. Does he know something? whispered an elderly woman to her friend beside her, with a suspicious look.

Others began to feel a strange chill, as if something invisible and inexplicable was present. The children, intrigued and a bit scared, moved closer to their parents, gripping their hands tightly. Father Michael, realizing that the unease was only growing, raised his voice firmly and requested, please, someone take the dog outside.