Last night I dreamed about a pup I lost years ago, Doctor Dozer, a small beagle my dad gave me. Doc went everywhere with me, including to work every day. At the age of seven, he lost his sight in both eyes. We were devastated, jumping through all the hoops to help him, this little dog was unfazed. He was still the funny brave adventurous dog that he was before he went blind.

I used to fear that he would jump in the car with a stranger because he was so friendly and approachable.

I woke up after dreaming I was carrying him down a long hallway full of people to get him outside, and he was holding onto me with both paws. His sweetness has stayed with me all day today. 🐶