Last night I dreamt very clearly about Bernadette coming home. She was lurking at the door and we had to lure her in with treats. She was perfectly healthy but without her collar. Once inside, she was a happy purring girl just like she’s always been. I held her in my arms and cried with happiness. That’s all I remember.
Why is my mind torturing me like this? What do these dreams mean? Is it just my wishful thinking? Are they prophetic? Is it a message to me from beyond that Bernie is OK?
If only dreams would come true…