In my culture, your family members can come back as a dog. I'm 1/5th First Nation American Indian Cherokee, my Father came back as a golden doodle nobody wanted, when this dog violently died in pain from nasal cancer, my Father's soul that was in the Dog the only way I can explain it as is docking like you dock a wireless charger. My Dad was murdered by my Mother to collect his Steel Mill pension he earned working 40 years. She still free, not even a parking ticket. Dogs are closer to us than we think.