One night I woke up and my dog came into my bedroom. Nothing unusual about that and I was very happy. He jumped on my bed and slept there, next to me. The next morning I was extremely relaxed because I slept so well. I reached my hand down on the bed where my dog had been lying. But he wasn't there. That's when I realized that he had been dead for over a year. But it was so real it couldn't have been a dream. I could even still feel his weight on my legs.

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Posted May 25, 2006