Dreaming about my late dog?

Every morning when I’m having a ciggie by the window, I still feel like she’s just going to turn up, but she never does. We miss our little ones so much when they’re gone. It’s only natural. It just means we’ve got a heart and a brain and they’re both working as they should... Rest in peace, little man 😉

Hi everyone, Well, I used to be a very logical, down-to-earth person, but I’ve learned to open my eyes and ears 😜 I’ve just lost my Sundy, my AmStaff, on the 7th of July—just a fortnight ago 😔😢 She was the absolute love of my life. She was 17, which is a record for the breed. I’m 39 now, and I was just a kid when our paths first crossed. The next day, I was in tears, sobbing in my garage, screaming that if there was an afterlife, I wanted a sign from her because I was in so much pain... I was a total mess. My husband suggested going to a pub I never usually set foot in; it was a nice place but a bit "rootsy" for me. I was telling him how awful I felt, my eyes were just streaming, and I told him I felt abandoned and guilty for having had her put to sleep. Just as I finished saying that, three seconds later, I heard the music from that famous animal charity advert—it’s more of a classical tune than reggae. (Just so you know, I kept seeing that ad all through June and I’d tell everyone it was basically Sundy and me). I was speechless because the message in that ad is that a dog never abandons its owner!!!! That night, I went to bed completely knackered and I dreamt of her. In the dream, I was living through that same sad day again, except when I got home, I heard a noise at the front door. I opened it and there was Sundy—young, healthy, smiling and so happy (funny thing about her: Sundy really knew how to sulk, but she had the best smile, it was hilarious). I took her in my arms for a massive cuddle, and I basically understood what she was telling me. I said to her, "You’re gone, but you’ll always be here." Then she went off happy and I woke up ⏰ with a lighter heart, her scent still in my nose and the feeling that I’d actually been stroking her. Basically, two signs from her: one to reassure me, the second to say goodbye. Then, on Saturday the 14th of July, I was thinking about her and wondering if she’d been cremated yet, as I was desperate to get her back. Suddenly, I got a smell of burning in my nose—not a nasty one, more like burning paper—and it made me smile. I thought to myself, "It’s done." On the Monday, I rang the pet crematorium, and they confirmed they’d cremated her on the Friday. Anyway, all this is just to say that there is life after life, and they do come back to protect us 😉 Even though I miss her terribly today, paradoxically, I also know she’s still here. Sorry for any typos, I’m using voice-to-text 😉 I hope this little story warms your heart.

Evening, it’s completely normal to dream about him... especially after spending such a long life by his side. I’m so sorry for you and your boy; it’s going to be tough to get over it, but you’ll get there. Take all the time you need... Just tell yourself that he had a wonderful life with you, whereas others aren't quite so lucky!

Hi there, It’s because you love him and you miss him. It’s been nearly 15 years since I lost my first dog, and I still dream about him even now. And just like you, I wake up feeling sad, sometimes even in tears. In my dreams he’s right there, then he’s off bounding around and I lose sight of him; that’s when I wake up. One day I even dreamed he told me he wouldn’t be coming back anymore. But I still see him in my dreams from time to time. Take care, it’s never easy.