Day 7 of The 100 Day Poetry Project
This poem is about my former dog Titus and the dog who came to me and protected me while I slept several weeks ago. On January 24th, a man was arrested under my bedroom window at 3 am. I actually slept through the arrest but when I woke up and before I knew what happened, I remembered dreaming of a dog, and that dog was sitting on me and growling and facing the window the man was arrested under. Coincidence? I think-No.
I believe when our animals die they become our angels and spirit guides, especially if our bond is strong. So even though Titus is no longer physically with me, he is still protecting me while I sleep.
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