Heaven is a Garage?

Last night I dreamed I hadn’t seen Dusty T. Dog in a few days, and I was worried about him. I looked every where. I finally found him in a garage with my affectionate, long-haired, long-ago tabby cat, Triffid, and my sweet black and white husky, Jasmine. I’m not sure Dusty was going to stay there. Maybe that’s Heaven’s anteroom or maybe animal Heaven is a garage.

Anyway, he seemed fine and Jasmine — Jammie — was there with him. When he was a puppy, Jasmine was the one who took care of him most of the time. My cat, Triffid, lived all his life among big dogs. Dusty looked a little hesitant in the dream until he saw me. He loped over to me, and I scratched his ears and snuggled his neck. I said, “I love you, boy. I’m glad you’re OK.”

And I woke up.

I guess I miss my dog.

I don’t know what happens when people (dogs?) die
Can’t seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It’s like a song playing right in my ear
That I can’t sing
I can’t help listening… Jackson Browne

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15 thoughts on “Heaven is a Garage?

    • No, we don’t. I read that one of the things a person goes through after putting an animal to sleep is guilt. Dusty is the first dog I have put to sleep to prevent further deterioration along with the fear and stress he would experience. I know I could have waited. I still think it was right that I didn’t, but I guess I do feel guilt, or I just miss him. Not sure. Tomorrow will be better. ❤

  1. Those are the kinds of dreams that feel so good while we’re in them, but can leave us unsettled afterwards. I imagine you’re still working through things in your mind while you’re sleeping. Wonderful choice of music…one of my favorites by Jackson Browne. Between your words and his music, I’ve got tears in my eyes, too. Guess that I’m missing someone, as well.

    • Exactly right. In the dream I was happy to find my dog, but all day yesterday I felt blue. Jackson Browne was good. I didn’t think much of him back in the day but I do now.

  2. It’s hard. Hugs to you. I totally understand how it comes and goes and leaps up at you when you least expect it. What a lucky dog he was to have had a life with you.

    • Dusty was a really hard dog to own, but no dog ever loved me like that guy did. It was wonderful watching him blossom in Colorado. I miss him. He hopes Daisy finds her people soon. ❤

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