I dream about Frank several times a week. and I have a theory that he is in all of my dreams. just not always in an obvious way. Sitting there in a dream corner, he's the rug or part of the light fixture.sometimes the dream is all about him--dying all over again, or barking away faceless trouble just outside my door.
Or else being cute and warm on my bed when we've both just woken up. fat belly up, hair guinea-pig-matted from sleep
sometimes I am aware of him in the background--being walked, or crouching down on his front paws, taking note of the crazy dream-play going by.
It's been 3 years. do you think I'll ever shake him
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Truly the most solemn thing I have read all day. I think we all need a friend as intimate as a pet.
I miss him too little buddy.
I miss Frank too. I don't like most dogs; Frank was more of a cross between a mop/muppet and superhero. Alas
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