Nova Scotia boy, 13, killed after being attacked by three large dogs | Unpublished
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Author: Lindsay Jones
Publication Date: January 6, 2026 - 17:29

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Nova Scotia boy, 13, killed after being attacked by three large dogs

January 6, 2026

A 13-year-old boy has died after he was attacked by three “large-breed dogs” while he was riding his bicycle near his home on Saturday in rural southwestern Nova Scotia.

Drew Nickerson, sandy-haired with dimples, was known for his kindness, according to his family. He had been riding his bike on Upper Sandy Cove Road in the community of Welshtown, about 15 minutes from the fishing town of Shelburne, in the late afternoon when the incident occurred. Drew was airlifted to Halifax with life-threatening injuries and died in hospital.

Relative Shawna Nickerson provided a statement to The Globe and Mail, describing the boy’s gentle and compassionate personality. She asked for the community’s support during the difficult days ahead for his family.



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