I dreamed last night that Gary the Wonder Dog died. I was away somewhere and Andrew told me. I cried and cried. I looked at pictures of him on my phone and cried. But then somehow when I got back home Andrew had been wrong and he was fine and I thought my heart would burst from happiness. (Gary has shown up in my dreams before to cheer me up and I don't think my subconscious was willing to keep him away for too long.)
Then Andrew woke me up to tell me it was late and gary'd probably want to be let outside, so I went downstairs and he didn't need a wee but he curled up on my lap under a blanket and was so warm and furry and sweet and I was so happy he's there.
And then facebook told me it'd been a year since he came to live with us. We didn't know then he'd be here for good; it might just have been for a couple of months. And I posted these pictures that day.


Happy year-with-us, Gary the Wonder Dog.
Then Andrew woke me up to tell me it was late and gary'd probably want to be let outside, so I went downstairs and he didn't need a wee but he curled up on my lap under a blanket and was so warm and furry and sweet and I was so happy he's there.
And then facebook told me it'd been a year since he came to live with us. We didn't know then he'd be here for good; it might just have been for a couple of months. And I posted these pictures that day.


Happy year-with-us, Gary the Wonder Dog.
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Date: 2016-10-23 10:28 am (UTC)This is just... ^_^
Congratulations to you with Gary the Wonder Dog and to Gary the Wonder Dog with you. :-)
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Date: 2016-10-25 10:16 am (UTC)Hurrah! We get to see the famous Andrew! Pets in distress in dreams. Yes, I get this a lot. With me it's usually gerbils, of course, but also the dog we had when I was a teen. Why would my subconscious worry so much about animals? I have to look after an actual human child but my subconscious doesn't seem concerned about that. My theory is that pets are the first real responsibilities we have as children, and therefore persist as symbols.
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