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Lately I've been really bummed out, I miss Oscar. The house seems so empty without him, I'm having problems sleeping- I'm so used to him being there. Whenever I come home I expect to see him come down the driveway to say hello like he always used to do, I keep imagining that I'm going to hear him pawing at my door wanting to be let in. I keep finding his fur everywhere, and it's breaking my heart. The other night I had a dream that I was cutting up some fish in the dining room where Oscar died, and I dropped a piece on the carpet. Oscar came running out from underneath the table and snatched it up, I was so thrilled to see him, so utterly happy and filled with joy. He sat by the doorway looking outward, and I could see through his eyes and see that he was looking at the clouds and the sky. I saw his little head, and the sun was shining from behind him. I heard my own voice begging 'Please don't go Oscar! Please! Don't ever leave me' then I woke up and I was so sad, the thought of it puts me in tears.
I think perhaps he came to me in my dreams to tell me it's okay, and that I will see him in heaven one day.
I think perhaps he came to me in my dreams to tell me it's okay, and that I will see him in heaven one day.