Monday, June 14, 2010

3 Weeks....

Last night I dreamed my house fell into a shallow sink-hole (this actually happened to a family in Quebec - they were in the basement watching a hockey game, when the ground opened up and swallowed them: mother, father, and 2 children). My house was in ruins, and people were taking all my clothes. I was searching for my cats...and waking up, exhausted, as usual my first thought is that Chesney is still missing.

Am I waiting for him to return, or is this just the beginning of forever gone?

4 comments:

  1. Chesney, please come home soon. We are all so worried!

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  2. You poor thing Anya, grief takes such strange forms sometimes. I wish you sweeter dreams tonight.

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  3. I'm sending you a big hug
    Like I said, I've been in your shoes
    My heart aches along with you
    xo xo xo

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  4. Hi there

    Have only just discovered your blog - and so am distraught to see your last listing about Chesney. As a cat lover and owner myself, I really would be beside myself.

    Am sending you lots of positive thoughts and healing light.

    Al

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