As of this moment, the family dog that has been with us for just over 13 years now, is still very much alive and loving us as he rapidly advances through accelerated time. I love him very much, and I’m not sure how I will handle his passing when it eventually comes. I’ve only begun to think about it before pushing it out of my mind. It will be a very hard time for me and all of my family. He is the greatest dog, always there for me. I’m tearing up just typing this out right now.
In my dream, he has left us. He is lying there, lifeless and still. I can feel an overwhelming sense of mourning bearing down on me. Someone else is with me by my side, but I am unsure of who it could be. Someone close, yet hidden from view. We gaze upon his body for some time before making a move to take him to the burial ground.
Before we can do so, his body begins to warp and shift. It begins to shrink, changing shape and color. It isn’t long before he has reverted back into infant form right in front of our eyes. We are stunned and staring, speechless. And it isn’t just his own self as a puppy, either, but some new breed that I can’t quite identify, because it changes rapidly before me. I don’t get a chance to really grasp what is going on before he jumps up, full of life and boundless energy, and bolts through the doorway out of sight.
As sad as this dream was at the beginning, I feel that it ultimately has a very reassuring message. When one life ends, another begins. I am comforted in knowing that, and will bear this in mind when the time comes. I love you, boy.
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