I had a very busy dream last night about many critters, from marmosets to ducks to cats.

 

In part of the dream, I was somewhere that someone had to relinquish their elderly (9 to 10 year old)  cat. They had tried finding her another home, and even a no kill animal shelter, but they couldn’t, so they were about to put her into a carrier and send her away to be euthanized.

 

I was standing on the sidelines, hearing what was happening, and I thought, “Charli would NOT be happy if I bring another cat home…”  but then I thought, “What if this same thing happened to Charli and me? Would it not half kill me to have to send her away to be euthanized?”

 

So, I told the owner I would take the cat.

 

Now, this was no ordinary cat. It looked the size of a Maine Coon Cat but kind of like Floof of Floof’s Cafe fame.  She was a lovely old thing, and I decided that Charli and I would just have to figure it out after I got the new cat home.

 

But then the cat got away from the owner — who had been trying to put her into a carrier — and the cat thought, “No way am I going to let anyone catch me again!” because she felt she’d be forced  into the carrier!

 

That saga ended right there, with the owner trying to recapture her cat. But then suddenly I was in a pet store where there were tiny marmoset monkeys, tri-color guinea pigs, birds with brilliant colored feathers, and kittens and puppies, and I was sorely tempted to choose one — just one — to adopt and take home. I finally settled on a brilliantly colored guinea pig, but the store owner said that one wasn’t available, as someone had come in earlier and asked her to hold it for them.

 

Then suddenly I was somewhere else being followed by a chorus line of kittens that kept turning into newly hatched ducklings, so I was wandering around trying to find a small pond to buy for them.

 

There was no rhyme or reason to the dream. It didn’t appear to have a beginning or an ending. It was just all about animals that I have imagined — while wide awake — sharing my life with. But I knew Charli wouldn’t be happy with any of them, except maybe for the marmoset or a guinea pig because they would stay smaller than she is!  (And I have ZERO plans to add another pet to this household.)

 

It was a good dream — except for the worry about the old cat and finding a pond for the ducklings. Those aspects were emotionally wrought.

 

I’m an animal person.  Haven’t dreamed about Deaken in quite a while, though, which saddens me because those dreams feels very real and like visitations from beyond — as if he’s back with me; I can hear/feel him purr and his heart beat. I still have Deaken dreams occasionally, but haven’t for months.  Come visit me, Deaken!!!

 

I used to dream a lot about Puddles, my first dog, too.  For decades after she passed.  I’d be hanging with her in a dream and then finally realizing, “She can’t be here. She’d be 50/61 years old if she were still with me, and dogs don’t live that long!”  — except in our hearts.

She and Deaken are still in mine.

Deaken and me

Puddles and me

 

… and it’s 3:33 as I finish this blog post today. 

De time again!

Dang!