ENTRY SIX

WRITING FROM THE HEART

I just had this dream. I was comforting my family upstairs as they were trying to get some sleep, just about an hour after putting our dog, Fitz, down. I needed to step away because they were emotional wrecks, so I went downstairs. Of course, I was sad while walking around and looking down at Fitz’s belongings, such as his bed, toys, and dishes for food and water. But, in the corner of my eye, I see Fitz’s body lying down on the mat next to the front door. For a split-second, I questioned why it was there, because I knew that we had left his body at the vet urgent care when we put him down. I didn’t think much of it any longer, and I instead knelt and hugged our dog’s body. In grief, I said some words of gratitude and love, because of how much Fitz helped and comforted us during his time here. Suddenly, I heard him growling; he’s alive! He had always growled like that whenever I hugged him too hard or for too long, so I was relieved that he still behaved like so in this shocking moment. I was enjoying my time with Fitz so much that I couldn’t think to immediately let my family know that he’s alive and well. I looked towards the stairs and saw that no one was coming downstairs, still. I was expecting my mom to make her way down the steps and exclaim in joy after seeing her son playing with her dog. Ultimately, no one in the family witnessed this brief moment of my reunion with Fitz, but it was indeed a special memory, which I strongly believe was made by God for me to enjoy in my sleep. I believe that He also gave me this dream for me to write about, so that the loving memories of Fitz will live now and forever.