Dreams, loss and the test of the senses

Last night I dreamt I had my Badger back. Badger was the Border Collie l had from a pup who died, of natural causes but rather young and rather traumatically in June. It was already a bad dream. I hadn’t been able to find my partner and was sitting on my parents dining room floor. When there was Badger, actually really there. l was able to pick him up, hold him, and smell him, feel his fur and warmth. He hadn’t died he’d been lost something I’d always been scared of. Then I realised he was hurting, there was a …

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