I was lying there with him on the blue rug in my home office. He was youthful and energetic, kicking his furry legs out joyfully — a playful gesture that I had always called “Kangaroo Jack.” I felt his fur. I nuzzled his neck. I smelled his earthy dog smell. It was heavenly.
My daughter Elizabeth, who is away at college, walked in and sat down with us. I said, excitedly, “I can’t believe that Hickory is here!” Elizabeth answered, “I know, isn’t it great? He’s visiting through the space-time continuum.” Hmmmm. I considered that . . . and then I woke up.
My first thought, upon waking, was I’m so happy that Hickory visited me! I had been waiting and hoping that I would get some felt sense of him ever since we sent him to the Rainbow Bridge last December. Upon reflection, I’m certain that he visited me in my dream. And I know it was a gift.
Loving and losing is such a profound jolt to our mind, bodies, and spirits. Whether we lose a beloved person or pet, it is the nature of the relationship that dictates how deeply we are affected. I miss Hickory every day but I am elated that he came for a visit. Next time, I’ll be sure to have biscuit ready for him.