A had a dream the other night that I didn't mention. I had fallen asleep on my own, and I'm not in the habit of doing that right now. I'm off the Vistaril--now my drug of choice is Benedryl. (Well, it's allergy season and I sleep with the windows open--so I think that's a pretty good cover.) So I wonder if I've ever had dreams like this before, but was just too gorked out to remember them.
The dream started out with my springer spaniel, Flossie, who died a couple of years ago. In the dream, I was trimming Flossie's nails and then left the room. When I came back, there was a little boy there in blue overalls. He had his back to me and he had his little arms wrapped around Flossie's neck and his face buried in her fur. He was giving her a great big squeezy hug. The little boy looked like he may have been about a year old, able to stand, but still kinda tottery. Flossie looked like she was enjoying this big hug, but I said, "Little boy, watch out! She's cranky and she might bite!" And I woke up.
We buried Nate in blue overalls, maybe I was just remembering that. But I'd like to think that they both came by to let me know that they are alright.