…But when I woke up this morning we didn’t.
It was a particularly strange dream, since it came along with all kinds of real-world puppy paraphernalia: puppy food, chew toys, a puppy bed…
He got sick. He slept all day yesterday, which is patently un-puppy.
He was sick enough that we took him to the emergency pet hospital last night, where he was admited for treatment of canine parvo virus.
We got a call in the wee morning hours that he didn’t make it.
We cried.
He lived long enough to fly in an airplane, and ride in a taxi.
He lived long enough to be spat at by a cat. No dog can claim to be a real dog without experiencing cat spit.
He lived long enough to establish a home, with a family he loved, and who loved him. Maybe that’s enough.
