Uncomfortable dream last night in which my pet dog was
possibly approaching the end of its life. The dog basically looked like bones.
Literal bones, like if you're walking through a forest and see bones from a
dead animal. The difference was all the dog's bones were connected with
each other, so it had a head, a body, legs and feet, and even a tail - but no
skin or tongue or eyes. But it was alive. But it was in bad shape.
Someone said they could fix it - some woman who acted like an expert who knew
what she was talking about. So we were in a dark old basement and my dog was on
a table that resembled a table at a veterinary office. The woman who had said
she could fix him was cutting into parts of his bone in a way that was supposed to somehow
help whatever his issue was - but then she accidentally broke part of one of
his bones - and part of me knew he couldn't be fixed or saved after that.
But he was still alive, so what were we supposed to do? She kept cutting and I
was worried he was going to break even more, fall apart, and be in terrible
pain. I asked her, "Can he hear me?" She said yes, so I was
whispering into the dog's ear bones and the holes where his eyes had been and
crying until I woke myself up.
2/10/21
a bad dream on the 5 year anniversary of my dog's death
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