i keep having dreams about tucker.
now, most folks might not understand how comforting and heart-breaking this is.
it's an odd, odd thing to be comforted and smacked with reality at the same time.
in most of my dreams, tucker just shows up, quite randomly, and allows me to
pet him, pick him up, rubs on my legs, swishes his tail and purrs at me.
is he wishing me well?
does he know i'm still grieving his loss?
is he helping me heal?
i think so, yes.
