I tend not to remember my dreams and haven’t had any reassuring visits from Indy in my subconcious meanderings. As I have reached a certain age I have been nodding off for a few minutes after my evening meal recently, last week I awoke on the sofa suddenly realising half awake I was missing a dog, Shela was slumbering soundly beside me, a dread came over me, where was Indy? I ran to the back door and opened it and shouted out “Indy” and then suddenly remembered. I hope he visits me in my dreams tonight just so I know where he is.
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