My beloved Sheltieboy died in September. I had another dream about him this week. I'm discouraged, because I thought I was beyond having any more dreams.
In the dream, he was sitting, and I was kneeling, giving him a great big hug with both arms. While hugging him, I kept repeating "please don't be a dream" over and over again.
It's tramatic to seem him alive (in my dreams), only to wake up to the reality that he is gone forever.
This is my First Spring without him. I guess the spring rains set off another wave of grief. Spring was a special time - it meant spending more time together in the back yard, and numerous other things. His birthday is in April. Lately, I've been thinking alot about that too.
In the dream, he was sitting, and I was kneeling, giving him a great big hug with both arms. While hugging him, I kept repeating "please don't be a dream" over and over again.
It's tramatic to seem him alive (in my dreams), only to wake up to the reality that he is gone forever.
This is my First Spring without him. I guess the spring rains set off another wave of grief. Spring was a special time - it meant spending more time together in the back yard, and numerous other things. His birthday is in April. Lately, I've been thinking alot about that too.