This morning I dreamed that I was ... someplace ... and when I looked down and to the side? There was Diva walking towards me. There was no doubt who it was, she was complete with her muddled coat and curly-q tail. I called out to her, "Di-va," and she came walking over with that somewhat stumpy pace that she had. What got me was that as she walked her tail uncurled and flicked about, re-curled, uncurled and flicked, re-curled again. It was exactly the way I remember her doing a half-dozen times while she was alive. She got to my side, I was able to pet her a few times ... and then she was gone.
Then I woke up and cried, because I'd had her given back to me for a little while and just as quickly, just as inexplicably, she was taken away again.
They danced by the light of the moon
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