This morning I woke up from a dream about a dog I used to have, Nicky. I wondered what on Earth made me dream about him, given that he died 13 years ago. I still miss him on occasion but the sharp grief of losing him has long since passed.
It took me until late this afternoon to realize that this was the date 13 years ago when we had to have him put to sleep. December 28th.
How weird that somehow subconsciously I remembered the date and it triggered a dream about him.
Our company is in town. We had a nice evening with Gregg's sister, nephew, niece, and the niece's new husband. I made vegetarian chili for dinner (Melissa and her husband Jay are both vegetarians) and it was a big hit. There was a store bought chocolate cake for dessert.
Despite the good visit with family, I've been worried all night. Something is wrong with Marco. It looks like he's got some kind of respiratory infection going on and he's not been his normal self all day. Speaking of pets and memories, I keep thinking about the Quaker parrot we used to have. One day he looked and acted like Marco has today, and the next morning I found him dead on the bottom of his cage. I'm so scared. If he's still sick in the morning (and not, God forbid, dead) I'll be driving him to Columbia to see an avian vet. Please send us good vibes and healing thoughts. I can't bear the thought of losing my little feathered man.
A few nights ago, my husband woke up at 4:00 am and couldn't go back to sleep. Had to go lie down in his chair where he fretted and worried for the rest of the night. He realized later, after he'd gotten up, that it was his father's birthday.ReplyDelete
Our bodies remember, even if we think we forget.
I am wishing all good things for Marco. I have developed quite an affection for your little feathered man. Let us know how he is.
What a few days you have been having. I everyone feels better and Marco also ! I rather love that little green naughty boy. !ReplyDelete
I also hope Marco's OK; have you checked that he hasn't something caught in his throat?ReplyDelete
My late Lab', Monty, was born on the 28th December.
I check in here from time to time to see if there's a new Marco story. I'm a big fan of the guy. I am sending you and him my most positive thoughts and best wishes that he will be ok by morning .ReplyDelete
I am glad you had a good time with your visitors in spite of Gregg and yourself not being well. Whenever one of our beloved pets is sick (or, in the case of a cat, does not come home at the usual time), we worry so much. Hopefully, Marco will be right as rain again and only had an 'off' day like we all do occasionally. Aren't parrots among the species with the longest life expectancy?ReplyDelete
I hope Marco is OK.Wish you all well.ReplyDelete
there is nothing so worrisome as a sick pet. I hope for the best.ReplyDelete
I hope Marco will be OK. When our pets seem to be sick it is a worry.ReplyDelete
I've been under stress lately some of it is seasonal, but a lot is related to my father's failing health. I also just found out I have some dental problems I need to get taken care of. I haven't been sleeping well at all. Last evening, too early for bedtime, I dozed off while watching TV. I believe my mind decided that I needed some very stress free dreaming. I was dreaming about bunches of very cute chubby baby kangaroos, baby foxes,and puppies all tumbling around in my front yard playing with each other. I live in Missouri, so I don't know how or why the chubby baby kangaroos were in my front yard, but it was such a nice, entertaining dream, I had a very difficult time waking from it,and slept much longer than I should have, but I did feel very refreshed when I woke. It's been a long time since I had a dream that I was enjoying.
Over here in Yorkshire I am rooting for Marco and hoping that his complaint is just the equivalent of a human sniffle.ReplyDelete
I hope you and gregg are feeling better. I send healing thoughts your way for marco.ReplyDelete
I'm hoping for the best for Marco. Your relationship with your animals is an inspiration.ReplyDelete
My best wishes for Marco. I once sat up all night with my finch. It worked; she lived many more years. Only saying, all your attention will help.ReplyDelete
This post reminded me that it's been eight years, almost to the day, since we put our two old dogs down, shortly after moving to England. How time flies. Funny that you should dream about Nicky at this time of year -- your subconscious mind must have been sending you a message about the anniversary.ReplyDelete