As I was waking up, I felt your presence beside me. I saw the black fur of your back. It wasn't Dasher. He was at the foot of the bed. Some will say I was dreaming because my eyes were closed but I know it was real. It was just a few fleeting seconds. You left as soon as I reached out to touch you. You know how much it means to me and I thank you. I miss you. It's been harder to push my grief aside to make room in my heart for Dasher but I'm trying hard now. You did, and still do, take up a huge part of it.