Dreamtime is so precious to me

Since my beautiful Creature-Being, Cloud, passed on, I have dreamt of her three out of four nights. I say, 3, but cannot remember one of my dreams. And actually, if the truth be known, I am not sure if I was dreaming or rather that she, her spirit, was really there. Once, she flicked her lovely long tail like she used to do when she wanted to let me know she disagreed with something I was doing to her when she'd had enough, like petting her for instance. I woke up so suddenly and was sure she was back with us, Ben and me, in bed.

In the other, someone had her in their arms and raised her to my face till I felt the softness of her fur against my cheek and heard the love of her comforting purr. Then too, I awoke to be reminded painfully once more that her physical presence is no longer; nevertheless,her loving spirit is still next to mine as I continue my journey on the Good Red Road. Da naho! Wi:yo:h! (It is said! It is good!)