Life is But a Dream

It's now  been two earth weeks since I passed. I AM still me! I've been thinking about the life I just left. Was it a dream? Or am I dreaming now?

I am recalling my life......

I was rescued by "Mom" as a puppy and always had a "home".

I was always fed really good food! I was never hungry. If I was, I could hunt my own snacks.

I had freedom. This is what I loved the most. I could come and go as I pleased. I stayed outside as much as I wanted, but I always had a nice soft bed waiting for me at home.

I was rarely on something called a "leash".  I only wore something called a "collar" during hunting season. It was bright orange and matched the orange tiger stripes in my fur. I could slip out of any collar and even out of something called a "harness".

I dug many holes. I loved digging holes!!!! It was one of my favorite activities!

I was a father, and I helped raised my four pups. I can proudly say they all followed in my footsteps and became outstanding horse farm dogs. Not too many male dogs get this opportunity any more! 

I got to eat all kinds of things - especially things that made human faces distort! This was fun!

I ate horse hoof trimmings, sweet feed, cat food, things I found in the woods, all sorts of manures - an entire smorgasbord of canine delights!

I could be smelly and dirty. I hated baths, and "Mom" only gave me a bath about three times during my 16 years! 

"Mom" never put any goofy costumes or clothes on me. I did wear one of those cones at one time, though....

I did a great job of training humans. I could get them to do all sorts of things with my charming barks, tricks and stares. This was the best! I was a master at this!

I had a job I truly enjoyed - Chief Security Officer of Silver Eagle Arabians horse farm and boarding stable. Man, did I ever mooch a lot of treats from the boarders! I knew the sound of each of their cars! And the UPS truck....the human in the brown uniform always gave me a treat!

I was the inspiration behind  Appreciate Your Pet. Look at the logo - that's ME with those cool pointy ears! 

I'm a bit sad now. I miss my life. I miss my "Mom". I always knew she had a soft spot in her heart for me. Sometimes I used it just to get treats.....But now - now that I'm really thinking about it, I realize that she loved me, just the way I was. I still see her holding me, petting me and crying on that last day. I wish I could talk to her and let her know how I feel.
Am I dreaming?