So often I think of my dog, who lived close to 15 years, and was so special, so perceptive.
The morning after the afternoon she died, as I awaited her body to be picked up, I had a vision of sorts - a visitation perhaps - of a friend of mine who died years ago, at least a flash in my mind's eye. I knew he had come not just to comfort me but to take care of her. Since then I had one dream in which I saw him at a bit of a distance with his little brown dog and mine. My dog noticed me and met my eyes, before she went with him - perhaps her new owner.
How selfish can I be? There are or were probably other people who she needs to visit.
