LOST and Found
I was on a trip to Kentucky while leaving my favorite dog with my Mom. One day I woke up and said , we have to go back home now, cutting my trip short because I had a feeling about my dog, Taffy.
Taffy had been lost for a week, taken from my Mother's home but my Mom did not tell me because she was looking for her. The day I returned home my dog had made it back home after traveling over 30 miles through mountains. She had chewed through a rope to get away and came back to my Mom's house. Her paws were raw, and she was tired but fine.
The connection between myself and this dog was always very special. She could wake me up just by looking at me, I dreamed about her death about 6 months before she died. I saw her , in my dream being carried out into the woods to be buried In a couple of months I moved to the country and pretty soon after that she had a heart attack and died. My husband ended up carrying her out into the woods in a box. I was grief stricken, the next day I got up, determined to dig her up, I even had the shovel in my hands because I just could not believe she was dead.
I realized I was crazy with grief and threw the shovel down and went and planted flowers at her grave...