Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Even as a dog, albeit a dog-a-stein, there are many indications that the truth is out there.  It just depends on your peripheral view being phenomenal, your spidy sense being on full tilt, your level of willingness to embrace the unknown and your relationship with Angels.

Only then will you see, hear, feel the souls of those who went on to their greater reward, yet hover nearby us, like helicopter parents, on steroids.

Now  without question RIP Daddy visits the most.  Sometimes Momma seems to recognize his presence, just by the way she turns her head sharply, to get a better view.  By then Daddy has vaporised, visible only to a Jakita Dog and the Powers that Be.  But at least, for a brief second, Momma and Daddy were like a Conway Twitty song, Together Again.  That leaves RIP Daddy to visit Momma in dreams and he does.

Some dreams are not satisfying, Momma said. About two weeks before Daddy died, Momma had a most perplexing dream. She and Daddy were, driving around, trying to find a parking spot so Momma could visit Itty Bitty, who was in the hospital.  Finally they parked, Momma got out, grabbed the two heavy bags of Itty Bitty’s food and care supplies.  Daddy told her he was leaving, she would have to find her own way home.  Momma woke up in a panic with the feeling she would never get home again. How appropriate!

Momma recalled a couple of months after Daddy departed, he dropped by in a dream, unexpectedly, just seemed to glide in, as she was busy polishing furniture and scrubbing floors.  Of  course, after the how-are-you and I-miss-you, came the ultimate all time question.  ‘What happened, did you realize what you were dying and what is heaven like?’  RIP Daddy explained, ‘Remember the day I got sick and you were called to the Emergency Department?  When you entered the hospital, you were on one side of the Emergency sliding glass door, where a multitude of tense and anxious patients were standing in line, waiting for registration, impatient even before their ordeal began. I was on the other side, of the sliding door, in a feverishly busy, yet satisfying environment. I could feel my life force draining away, yet my soul force growing exponentially. It is like you step through the glass door and you are vigorously alive, surrounded by healing power of the love of your family, friends, all there to greet you.  And Zanny, is here and Teddy and the Kitties.  It is heaven Momma.’

Momma says just last night RIP Daddy appeared in her dream.  He carried a large wire cage with ten little kitties, the size of nothing, in to the living room.  Momma was freaking, ten kittens and then as if on invisible spring boards, those kitties were leaping up and popping out the sides of the cage. Right away, Momma worried, ‘Oh no, fleas all over the rug.’  Daddy took the cage outside while everyone else was on their hands and knees looking for escape artist kittens.  Oh, and one more thing. A long-haired, silver puppy , very shy, was at Daddy’s side. What does that mean, you suppose? I can tolerate, even love a dozen kittens, but another dog? Not so much….unless, it is my Bro’ Fidel (but he was black and white) reincarnated.  He was way cool….Him, I could handle!

So I don’t make this stuff up.  It happens.  Believe it or Not!