I had a dream last night.
In that dream, I had a dog.
He looked an awful lot like my dog Tate, "Pup" ... a large brown Standard Poodle.
He was just walking on the street, I called his name, he ran right to me and walked beside me.
He was my Good Boy.
I hated waking up this morning.
I have dreamt of people that I have lost, the same feeling is there upon awakening ... disappointment .. a fresh feeling of loss and a bit of grief.. it was just a dream.
I am alone too much ... with cats. Who should be able to speak English soon.
Or I will be speaking Cat. I just wish they were like dogs, that we could go outside together, take a walk, do something a bit more than lie on the sofa/bed/floor and purr.
Well, I don't purr ... not yet.
I keep making plans. Looking Forward. Figuring things out .. preparing in my mind before I start preparing in "real life" ... reality ... ugh.
Today I might take my banker's advice ... I might go shopping.
Not online as usual .. although that is a possibility but I might find a shop nearby and get something new ... to wear around the house for the cats to see.