Just a short blog today. But I wanted to share...I dreamt of my boy Milo. I have had dreams about Tasha and Rosco, but I can't remember if I've had one about Milo. Usually, if I feel a "connection" in my dream, I don't forget it. This time I felt it!
The dream was incredibly special. And these types of dreams take me to a place, a place I can feel. Another place, another time, somewhere. It was just him and me. He ways laying as Milo always laid, frog like. I went up to him and stroked his back and sides and told him he was perfect, told him he had a perfect body. I was so happy. He looked so content. Rosco was lying next to him and I reached over and pet him. But I was focused on Milo. I remember saying how soft he was. How perfect.
I miss him so much. It's been over two years and my heart still aches. I believe when a dog dies, they take a bit of your heart, and you never, ever get it back. At least in this life. So many dogs and cats I've loved have gone on, and the love they gave me is permanent, is part of me. It's made me a better person. Even though the aches, pains, and regrets...so many regrets...remain, the price is certainly worth it.
Hey Milo,
Thanks for the sweet visit last night. It shows me that you, your love, and your individuality didn't die, but will live forever. Because you own, and have taken, so much of my heart with you. Which means I'll live forever in your sweet little soul.
I really believe that you sent Enzo and Elliot into our lives. Definitely you sent Elliot. For sure! I thank you for that. I hope that when I cross over, you'll gather all the dogs and cats who have a part of my heart together to greet me. And you'll be in the lead...please lead them with Tasha by your side. Because she loved you so much. When you died, she wasn't the same. She died shortly after you, as Rosco did.
God! I love you Milo. Your life and death have taught me so much. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way. I really am. Could you tell the others the same?
Love you my boy. Until we meet again,
Your mommy
