My 16 year old mini poodle Prissy, crossed over the rainbow bridge to Doggie Heaven almost two years ago.
Recently, I had a dream about her. In my dream, I called her to come to me. She ambled in from the living room but couldn’t get up onto my bed. I lifted her up and placed her beside me.
When she got comfortable on her side, I stroked her fur and crooned “My sweet baby girl. Mommy loves you.”
The dream was so vivid than when I awoke, I reached for her. Of course, I grasped empty air.
I told my daughter about my dream.
“Prissy’s spirit came to visit you; she wants you to know she’s OK.”
Instead of soothing me, it made me miss her more.
