Last night I had a dream, a long and elaborate dream. The beginning isn’t really important, but there seemed to be some type of terrorist action. There were terrorists hiding in the sewage systems. The police came with tracking dogs who found the bad guys. But, the important part is this, towards the end, I talked a police woman into using her tracking dog to try to find Ricochet. We walked all around looking for him when the rescue dog started digging at the ground. The dog dug up an upside down wheelbarrow that had been underground. The police lady started to turn it over and I saw Riki’s tail poking out of the back of it. I started to cey, but she screamed, “He’s alive!”. I turned back around and together we threw the wheelbarrow over. Ricochet was lying on his side, breathing heavily. He was skinny, but he was alright. I picked him up and hugged him. He kissed me. It was the best feeling in the world, I hugged him so tight. I told him how much I love him, how much I had missed him. I was so happy to have found him. I was telling him again how much I love him, when I woke up. I miss him so much, sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe. Never has waking up been so hard.
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