My dog just died earlier today, and before that happened, I dreamed...
In my dream, I was on top of a white building. On the rooftop.
I just noticed that my dog, Heidi, was trying to jump her way up to where I was standing. I glanced down, and saw her futile attempts.
I tried to reach out to her and pull her to where I am using my right hand. I did manage to grab her left paw, but it slipped.
Eventually, she fell down... and I saw how she falls... in slow motion. When she landed, there was no blood. Just her body, and she's lying helplessly.
I can't do anything. I stood frozen, watching how she tried to move...
Then I woke up......
I was actually crying.
That dream was last Tuesday night. Wednesday passed, and then Thursday came.
Today is Thursday, and she died.
Just like in my dream......
Strange, isn't it?