Dreams of h0p

The night before last, I dreamed of h0p. It was so good to see him again.
I was at my mom's house in the dream, and it was cold outside. I opened
the front door and h0p was there on the front porch. I brought him into
the den and he lay in the sun under the front window contentedly. Waking
up was almost like losing him all over again, and I still can't believe
he's not here. I hope that he and Shadow are together somewhere, happy

Monique Y. Mudama...

Aww. I know what you mean. I love dreaming about Puma (my RB dog),
but I hate the part where I realize he's not with me anymore.

Marina...

I still dream about Frank almost every night. And if I dream about
Frank, I usually dream about Nikki, too.

polonca12000...

Lots and lots of hugs and purrs for both Dee and Marina,
Polonca and Soncek

Christine Burel...

Fond memory purrs from us for you both.
Christine (who thinks of her RB kitties often)

dnr...

I don't dream of my RB beloveds, and am grateful, in a way. I actually
got a "mental telepathy" message from the one who left 12/97; I had
a towel laid out on my bed and was staying w/him there, using an
eyedropper to squirt water in side of his mouth, and feeding him
(against his will) strained baby meat w/a tongueblade from work.
He had stopped eathing and drinking days earlier and was old.
I had the food ready and opening his mouth w/my other hand....
when suddenly, his gaze captured mine and I heard distinctly,
"Mama, let me go....please don't do this to me" *in my head*.
I stopped, made him comfortable on my bed, and stayed by
his side until he left, later that evening.

Lesley...

I had something similar with Fugazi, we were on our way to the TED and
the cab I was using had to get some petrol so while the driver was
doing that I peeped into the box. All day she had been so out of it
that I don't think she knew where she was and then suddenly she looked
at me alert and I distinctly heard a voice saying "I trust you to do
what is right by me and make an end to this"

And I did even through it broke my heart

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

I had had one other distressed mental communication like this
from another cat, years earlier, but that's another true tale.

laying in the sun.