Rosie
It was a nightmare. But a calm one, I couldn't find my Rosie. Rosie is my dog, a mix of Jap Chen and who knows what, who looks like a little orange and white spaniel. She was raised by my Boomer dog, and knows her manners and remembers every day to take care of me. Now I am caring for her. I think I was so calm in the dream because I'm learning that someday, too soon, I won't have her with me all the time. When I think of that when I'm wide awake, I cry. So, I'm learning to cope when I'm sleeping. It doesn't have to make sense, it's what is happening. She's doing better now. She's had bouts of pancreaticis since November, the first one very severe with a vet stay and IV solutions to keep her hydrated...the second less so because I'm learning the symptoms and this last one has been better, but not much. I've found some methods to keep her stomach settled, and hopefully, not in pain. Moved to some herbal, holistic methods, combined with