I had another nightmare again.. of course… they’re never ending. But last night something was different. I fixed the problem and everything was okay. In the nightmare my greyhound Rudy got out of the house and ran so fast in one direction that he got too far away and he couldn’t find his way back home. Now Rudy isn’t just some dog… he’s my baby Rudy. He knows things about me that no one else could ever figure out. He KNOWS when somethings wrong, no matter how hard I try to hide it. He’ll come up to me and just give me these big I Love You eyes and give me the sweetest gentle licks. When things are really bad he’ll curl up in bed with me and just rest his head on me. I’m so glad I have him and I don’t know what I would ever do without him. But back to my nightmare… I searched everywhere for him for three days.. I would drive all over town calling out his name. And on the fourth day I tried to come to terms with the fact that I would never see him again. Someone had probably found him and kept him because he’s a purebred, or he might’ve gotten hurt and died. It was so tough.. But finally on the fourth day I decided to look around one last place. I was just walking around these buildings sobbing, calling his name. And out of the darkness runs my baby greyhound… so happy to see me, so happy to be going home.
What makes this nightmare so different to me is that it actually ended well. A happy ending… Finally. I pray to God that I can more of these…
So all day today… I cuddled my sweet greyhound thanking God that he was safe and that He sent him to me.
