I had a dream last night that Maia got lost. In the way of dreams, I knew the future and I knew that I would never see her again, that she was gone forever and I would never know what had happened to her. I woke up devastated, in that strange place where reality is not quite firm, where dreams are reality. Then I saw my lovely dog sleeping happily beside me and I realized it was a dream. I stroked her tummy and she awoke briefly, licked my hand, and then snuggled back down again into her doggy dreams. I fell back asleep, my hand resting on her side, feeling her breathing.

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