I dream of him somewhat often. I also dream about my girl that passed two years ago. Just this AM I dreamt of them both. It was strange too. I dreamt that my uncle and this woman took all my things from me. My condo, all my things and my car. I asked about the dogs and prayed to God they still had them and they did. They had locked them away in a closet. I went to the closet and got them out and held them tight and said I was sorry they had been locked up. I had nothing left but them. I knew as long as I had them it would all be OK. They meant more to me than anything else.
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Horatio, my sweet boy.
You aren't the boss of me...my Yorkie is.
"Yorkie's are like peanuts...you can't have just one" Cindy Adams |