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Being Pulled Through Fear
By a dead dog
I have been a dog widower for over eight years now. Hardly a day has gone by during those eight years when I did not think of her. And she shows up in my dreams all the time.
I have written a lot about my beloved wolf-dog but allow me to offer a very brief recap: She was a hybrid; part gray wolf and part Siberian Husky. We were married for sixteen and a half years, during which time we never spent so much as one day apart from each other. We went everywhere together. She came to work with me, she took me for daily walks, and when I had to drive somewhere she was sitting right there in the passenger seat next to me. The day she kicked the bucket was the saddest day of my life.
When I go to Dreamland at night she invariably shows up. We are partners after all. She does not show up in my dreams every night but I am guessing a little more than half the time.
Well, she showed up in a strange dream I had this morning which I am fortunate enough to remember.
She was wearing her shoulder harness and I was holding the leash that was attached to the harness. I should point out that this type of harness was the only method of leashing her that she would allow. The Siberian Husky part of her came with thousands of years of DNA memory of pulling sleds through the snow. All I had to do was…
