In the late minutes of the fourth hour this morning I was on the verge of waking. I had a dream of my cat. It has been over a month now and I hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t dreamt of him for a while. I guess it made me a bit more gullible in my subconscious this time.
\nI was in a bathroom in front of a sink. It was one I had never been in dream or real life. I was checking my teeth in the mirror. I suppose I had just brushed my teeth.
\nI saw my dad heading for the door behind me. I turned to look and I saw Peabody sitting there diagonally behind me near said door. I asked dad if he saw him, but my dad wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t there anymore. It was only my cat. In my previous dreams I would have been more aware of his inability to be there, but I was just so surprised to see him.
\nNow, whether I woke up in my dream or not, I was suddenly in my bed. The room was dim like my second dream of him last month. He was on that corner of the bed again. I thought it couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be. How could he be there? I said his name in a disbelieving question. He didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t respond. I repeated and eventually edged over. I reached out my hand, semi-knowing that I shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be able to feel him if it was just a hallucination.
\nI felt him. I cried out again in disbelief and joy. It was his softness\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 a softness none of the other cats in this house has. He gave a meow, warbled, not like how he sounded in real life, really, but I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care. He responded. I woke up soon after. If it was abruptly after, I am not certain. I think I might have tried hugging him, and mid-way I awoke.
\nI didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t burst into tears this time. The realization I was just dreaming didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hit me as hard this time. A pain returned to my chest once more near my heart\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 but it didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t last. For a while I thought how I wish my cat was still here, how I had truly fallen for the dream this time. Then I hoped that wherever he was right now he was happy.
\nI lay in bed for a while and the pain in my chest subsided. No tears fell. My thoughts cleared and became a bit hazy. In my subconscious I wondered if he decided to visit me. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not very religious, but more hopeful than faithful in such matters. I\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 hope he really did visit me in my dream, though. I hope he is happy wherever he is, but decided to check on me. Selfish, sure\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 but it is a hope.<\/p>\n
Sigh. Well. I had to write that down. I suppose I should write some other things too.
\nOn the eighteenth, my brother left home that Wednesday. He and his semi-friend Mark left for the town all of us had left. He intends to work at the newspaper there as head press man. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in his apartment now and will hopefully do okay there.
\nOn that same day my mom and I had doctor appointments. It was in that time frame my brother had left, so I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think anyone saw him off, unless he stopped by my dad\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s workplace to say goodbye.
\nThursday was nothing particularly special, but as note to what happened on Friday, my mom\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dog had killed a bird and wrestled with my dad\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dog with its limp corpse. At first my mother and I had no idea what he had in his mouth. She went out and got it away. When she said it was a dead bird, I headed to the other side of the room away from the back porch and shuddered.<\/p>\n
Friday, when I was out in about that morning to clean the kitchen, my mother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dog was barking. I looked to see if he was being tormented by seeing the birds high up in the trees. To my surprise he was barking at the ground. I hurried over, not thinking to put down the paper towels in my hands.
\nI looked out to see he was barking at some still form. I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell what it was, so I opened the door, yelled at the dog and tried to shoo him away. It was a bird. It was huddled tight and still as stone. I feared it was dead, but I saw it blink.
\nI hurriedly redid the paper towels and wrapped them lightly about the bird as I picked it up. I took it back inside and placed it in my bathroom. It tried to move, but the tile was too slippery, so I lay the paper towels out and gently placed it on them while handling the bird with a hand towel. After placing its legs in a more comfortable position, since they were haphazard \u00e2\u20ac\u201c I fears they were broken or injured anyway \u00e2\u20ac\u201c I tried to dry it off a bit with the hand towel. It was missing feathers around its wings. I looked for wounds, but couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell.
\nNot knowing what to do by then I called my dad. He was of no particular help to me, I fear. In fact he made me upset since I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t thinking as clearly as I usually would. The call ended and as I got my bearing more, I looked for some liquid Band-Aid wound sanitizer. I poured it on areas of the bird that might have been injured by my mother\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dog. It was supposed to be like water on wounds, so I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t expect the bird to feel pain from it.
\nI tried to clean it a bit more and then got some of my mom\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s birdseed. I put it in a saucer and placed it next to the bird just in case it snapped out of its shock and needed food. I dimmed the lights and then closed the bathroom door behind me. I would leave it alone. I would check my computer and search for articles on injured birds.
\nI did so and then followed its directions. I looked around for a box. I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know where any shoe boxes were, but I kept small ones in my closet. I took it, padded it with a wash cloth and reentered the bathroom.
\nGently picking up the bird and placing it in the box, I made sure it was steady and upright and then tried to shade the top as much as possible but give it enough air. I turned off the light completely and left it to recuperate.
\nAfter a while I checked on it again. It was still immobile. I then did as the site said and took it outside. I placed the box down on the front porch and backed away. The bird stayed in it.
\nI later moved the box again. We had many bushes and I figured maybe it needed the covering and familiarity above it. The bird startled me in my last positioning effort to get it as far under the bush\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s protection as possible. It didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make it far, but it had flapped it wings a bit and managed to perch itself on the ledges of the box. It remained still after that. I reentered the house and left it alone again.
\nMaybe an hour later I looked again to see if it managed to fly away. I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t see him. I went to reach for the box, but caught sight of him in the bush \u00e2\u20ac\u201c yeah I have pretty sharp eyes at times. I studied it for a while. I still couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell what sort of bird it was. I left it alone then.
\nBy noon I went out again to check and found it was no longer in the bush. I hoped it managed to fly away. I then reentered the house.
\nMy dad came home for lunch and let his dog out. I told him all that happened. He told me a lady at work told him I should have put it in a box and such. I did that.
\nWhile my dad and I watched his dog, eventually the pup wandered over to the bushes. I became suspicious and headed over. Two bushes away from the one I last saw the bird in, I found it once more. It had managed to move maybe two yards and sought solace in a different area.
\nMy dad ordered his dog away from it and I pointed out the bird to him. He couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t tell what it was either. We left it alone then.
\nI don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know when I checked on it again, but it was gone. I looked around to see if it migrated to any other bushes. It didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. Thus, I could only hope it finally regained its strength and managed to fly somewhere safer.
\nWhen my mom came home we went out to eat. We talked about it. While I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel anything particularly about it, my logical, intellectual side pondered if there was any therapeutic value in what happened that day. It had only been a month and about two weeks since I lost my pet. This creature I managed to keep alive. I really have no idea, but I pondered.
\nSaturday was usual as ever. Now it is Sunday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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