My Family Fought Over Grandma’s Inheritance, but I Took Her Beloved Dog — and Discovered the Secret She Left Behind

When my grandmother passed away, our family fractured faster than I could have imagined. One moment, we were united in grief, sharing stories about her strength and kindness. Next, everyone was at each other’s throats over her will or, more accurately, the lack of it.

Grandma Margaret had always said she’d “taken care of things.” She was a meticulous woman, the type to label her spice jars and keep receipts from the 1980s neatly filed away. So when the lawyer said he couldn’t find an updated will, everyone was shocked.

Within days, my aunts, uncles, and cousins descended on her old house like vultures circling prey. It wasn’t even about greed, at least not entirely. Grandma’s home held decades of memories, antiques, jewelry, family photos, and keepsakes that everyone felt entitled to.I didn’t go there to claim anything. I went because of Daisy.