It was the first dream I had about him since he died almost 11 months ago. In the dream he was living with someone else and was called something else. But I went over to him, called him and hugged him and buried my face in his fur and cried and cried. And then it was time to give him his medicine and the person he was with let me give it to him, except rather than dipping his pills in cream cheese I had to do the push it down his throat manuever, and I thought in the dream how much easier it was with his big throat versus Zora’s little throat.
I woke up crying. I am still crying thinking about him. I could so feel him as I hugged him, my heart was heavy because I knew he wasn’t coming home with me, that he belonged somewhere else.
I miss him so.
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