We lost an old friend on Tuesday; we had to have our cat, Patch, put to sleep. He was a sweet and beautiful cat, a good friend and great companion. He was affectionately known as “The Hog” by those of us who loved him, because of his excellent appetite and also because of his resemblance (some claimed) to a ground hog.
Needless to say, Tuesday was a sad and difficult day. On the other hand, Monday was even worse; that day we made the decision to have him put to sleep and made the difficult call to the vet to set up an appointment for Tuesday.
Monday night I lay in bed, sleepless, well past midnight. I dreaded the next day and the task that awaited me. Finally, I fell asleep not long before dawn, and I experienced something unexpected: a bright and encouraging dream. I dreamed of Tommy. It’s difficult to describe the dream, because as dreams so often do, this one essentially evaporated soon after I awoke. But I remember meeting with Tommy and having a chat with him. In the dream, Tommy was in his twenties again; I remember him smiling in his light-hearted way and reassuring me that everything would be all right.
I’m not sure what that dream meant, but I am grateful for it. For some reason, it brings to mind the final lines of a poem by Wordsworth:
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me, the meanest flower that blows in the wind can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.