Okay, so yesterday was kinda weird. I had this super vivid dream about my dog, Buster, dying. Woke up all messed up, you know?
First thing I did, I gotta see Buster. He’s usually sleeping at the foot of the bed, but he was already up, tail wagging like crazy. Gave him a massive hug. Felt kinda silly, but I needed to make sure he was okay.
Then I started thinking about the dream. What the heck did it mean? I grabbed my laptop and Googled “dream of dog dying meaning.” Loads of stuff came up – fear of loss, changes in life, all that jazz. None of it really clicked.
I decided to focus on Buster. He’s getting older, right? He’s like, what, 10 in human years? Started thinking about how I could make his life even better. More walks? New toys? Better food?
Spent the morning playing fetch with him in the park. He loves that frisbee. He’s not as fast as he used to be, but he still goes for it. I was throwing it softer, making sure he didn’t overdo it.
Afternoon, I went to the pet store. Got him this super comfy-looking bed and some of those dental chews he goes nuts for. The lady at the store was like, “Spoiling him, huh?” I just smiled and said, “He deserves it.”
Back home, I made him a special dinner – chicken and rice, his favorite. He gobbled it down in like two seconds. Then he curled up in his new bed and passed out. Looked so peaceful.
Later that night, I was just chilling on the couch, watching TV, and Buster came over and put his head on my lap. I started petting him, just feeling him there. It hit me. Maybe the dream wasn’t about him actually dying. Maybe it was about appreciating him now, while he’s still here.
So, yeah, that’s what I did. Turned a messed-up dream into a day of spoiling my dog. And you know what? It was a pretty good day.
