Sometimes all it takes is one dream for wounds to be torn open again.
I remembered crying in my dream this morning and woke up because I couldn't handle being in that situation any longer. I didn't wake up crying, nor do I remember making any strange noises in my sleep, but Bella was staring at me when I opened my eyes and she promptly crawled over to put her paw on me as if to console me. It was as though she knew what or who I had dreamed about and was telling me,"It's okay, mummy, I'm here for you."
Thank you for being there, little darling...
Great job, Bella!
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