I had a weird and haunting, yet consoling dream about Pootie Paws yesterday morning.
Although she's been gone for 4 months.
I dreamed I was holding her again,  and it felt real.  
I took her into the bathroom to continue our conversation, and in the dream I told her that she can't be that bad before dying as we were still talking.
It did bother me enough to wake up,  but the following evening,  I considered it a gift, that she still remembers me and is thinking of me.
I plan on putting her ashes finally to rest this Friday which would've been her 19th birthday.  It will be private, just me and her.
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