One Week Times Four

I had a dream last night.

As with most of my dreams, many of the images didn't really seem to fit together.  I remember standing in the living room of the old house.  I turned, and my dad was there.  I know I had a longer conversation with him, but all I can remember is that I asked him about Duncan - how he was, if he were there with my father.  Dad said Duncan was confused at first, but that he was okay now.

It's been 28 days since I watched the light go out of Duncan's eyes.  Today, I learned that a co-worker lost her cat, who had battled a short illness and passed on Tuesday.  That knowledge, along with my dream, brought it all rushing back.

I'm glad you're free, Punkin, but I miss you.