Aw! Chloe, a beagle doggie I know in Seattle, had 5 puppies this week. W.'s hand is petting one baby. They are so tiny, like little sausages with feet. Chloe is watching W very closely, being the protective mommy.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.