Tag: Dream

As if to comfort me in this way, the decision I made that day to take Him home to rest was the best option. At least He could pass away slowly in a safe and familiar home, leaning on me. I don't know why I had such a dream, reliving the scene of farewell again, and it was in the worst hospital, parting in a cold iron cage. It was all so unforgettable.

Just like every time I woke up, I first touched his head, scratched his chin, pinched his neck, stroked his torso, stroked his tail, pulled his little hand, and pressed the cute flesh-colored little bear. Finally, as usual, I buried my head in various parts that had always smelled good, took a few deep sips, and then kissed him, telling each other that it was about time to go out and move forward.