I never know what to really write in these blogger things. Maybe what's been going on in my life lately perhaps?
Well, I don't know why, but lately i've been having dreams involving my old dog Kahlua. For those who don't know, Kahlua was my precious Chocolate lab puppy. She passed away January 17th, 2009 and at the time it wasn't too hard. Recently, it's gotten tougher.
Sure, she was a dog. But, I practically grew up with this dog. I remember picking her up on July 8th, 2000 (yes, I remember the date). It was a turning point in my life as well as my family's. She was a good dog, the most loyal dog you ever met. She was mischievious, that's for sure. But, you couldn't hate her because she was too adorable. She knew when you were sad- she'd rest her head on your lap and let you pet her. It was her way of knowing everything was going to be okay. She knew when she was in trouble- she'd duck down below the table to hide and act too cute for you to punish her. She knew when something was different- the house fire changed everything. She became a different dog- still loveable, but not the same. When thunder striked, she ran up to my room and jump on my bed. The only way she'd get to sleep was if we pet her to let her know we were there. It was like that until she died. She just wanted you to be there.
But, now she's gone. And for some reason, I can't get her out of my head. I fall asleep at night and instantly, there she is. She's back from the dead. Heck, she was never dead- that was a dream. But probably the wierdest thing about these dreams is, she's talking to me. Not really talking, but for some reason, it's like I can read her mind and hear her thoughts and she can do the same thing.
When I wake up of course, she's dead again. But when bedtime comes, she's alive. And I can hear her talking to me. She's trying to tell me something...
I don't know what it is. When I wake up, I forget the gist of the dream, only remembering she was there and we were communicating some way. I've had dreams like this before. I one time dreamt I was talking to a deceased classmate of mine not long after she died. It's definitely a wierd experience. I've dreamt of my grandmother a few times, but not many. But, every night for the past 3 weeks or so, Kahlua's been there, talking to me.
Maybe I'm going a little too deep here. Maybe I'm just feeling the void of not having a dog being by my side every night and just having someone to pet every now and then. But, a part of me thinks she's trying to tell me something. And I need to figure out what she's trying to tell me, or I'll never be able to let her go and move on...

Kahlua Kiss
May 11, 2000- January 17, 2009
I miss ya pups