Dreams of Sam running round my brain
I ruefully dreamed last night of Sam smiling and running around me – I was walking out a front door and he was following close beside me. He was my buddy for 14 years, my first Corgi, a Pembroke while Arlene is a Cardigan. He had the best smile and he was cracker jack smart with the best understanding of the English language I have ever witnessed in a non-human – able to make distinctions between French Whore and Cookie. He even knew who the French Whore in reference was (the cologne gave it away).
When I was waking from the dream, Sam was lying on his side, looking much the way he did when I put him down four years ago. I woke feeling sad but then the more I remembered the dream, I was happy to have seen Sam again, running around and smiling, even if only for a dreamlike moment.