Bad Dreams About My Rose... Options

[MissMyRosie]

Hi everyone...

I lost my wonderful kitty of 17 years last Wednesday. Over the last few years we've made heroic efforts (thanks to my wonderful vet, Dr. Smith of Central Texas Cat Hospital) to retain her health through massive liver and kidney issues. Last Wednesday, it was her time. She crashed badly over the weekend, was yellow and could hardly walk. I will never forget my vet examining her, telling me "it's time"...I was with her at the end, telling her I loved her. I will never forget her little lifeless body laying there, never again to kiss me (she would shove her nose in my mouth for kisses), never again to bite my chin in love. It hurts so much. I cry every day. She was the love of my life, been with me through many cross country moves, failed relationships, she was my rock.

I picked up her remains two days ago; I had her cremated. That night, I had a dream in which she appeared healthy and whole and happy. Sadly in my dream I didn't realize she had died and it was just like usual: I picked her up and put her down in my dream. I fully believe she appeared to me because her remains were now home with me.

Then last night I had horrible dreams about her. She was skinny and sick and had an accident in which her paw was severed just below the wrist. Her little hand was laying there next to her body. It was horrible.

I know they visit us in our dreams and I am hoping that the dreams of last night were coming from my brain, not from her. It was horrible.

Anyone else dream, good or bad, about your lost furbabies? Any words of wisdom?

[Seiya's mommy]

I'm so sorry for your loss... I guess all of us in this forum are really going through this harsh time of losing a friend so dear... but at the same time, it's comforting to have this forum 'cause it's like a sort of shoulder to cry upon, and to show how compassionate we can be with such tragedies with each other, and not fogetting how vulnerable life is, not just for our fur babies but for ourselves.

Last night I dreamt of my baby Seiya. He was a white-with-brown-spots 11-year-old boxer, and I lost him last week on October 20, 2010 (one of the saddest days of my life indeed), due to a disease called Ehrlichiosis and an accidental insecticide poisoning.

I dreamt he was alive but still ill, very thin and weak, lying on my mom's backyard. I saw him and lifted him up but he was too weak to stand, so I carry him up over my shoulders. I felt the same horrible feeling of losing him again so I tried to be as close as I could. I guess maybe my mind and my soul are really missing him a lot, and maybe there's a little regret for I was longing to be with him in my dream until the last moment, which I actually didn't do. He died on the vet's clinic but was sedated since he arrived, so I'm sure he didn't suffer his last hours. I'm still very sad, and my family too, but we really thank God for his life and for his tranquil passing. I hope I won't have any more dreams like this one. I prefer daydreaming of him and of his mischief.

Best wishes for all