A couple of nights ago, I had a vivid dream of my deceased dog, Chato. He passed away about six months ago at the age of 16.
I took his death pretty hard because he was a part of a very important time of my life, and after his death, it seemed as if everything around me started to fall apart.
Regardless of the many times he peed or pooped on the carpet, I believe he held the family together. Perhaps for those reasons.
The Power of the Chato.
My dream was about him looking for his favorite bed, which currently lives on the backseat of my car. In my dream, I knew that he was dead and accepted that perhaps this was just a short visit. He was hungry and wanted to be fed, similar to how he was when he was alive, but I knew that he was dead so I hesitated to give him food because he didn't have a stomach.
Like when he was younger, he wanted to snuggle next to me as I laid back on the couch. That's when I woke up to find my cat kneading the blanket.
I woke up from my sleep and look at Chato's ashes that sits on top of the entertainment center. The dream brought a good memory of my dog. Perhaps he was telling me something. Maybe he is moving on and wants me to do the same.