[Dailydrool] not sure what I believe but this is the story

[Heidi I Sarver]

A friend of mine, who is also a vet tech at the hospita; and who was  
there when I brought Buford in for his final "visit" and assisted the  
vet, called me yesterday to tell me about a dream she had.  The  
subject line says it all--I'm not sure what I personally believe...I  
WANT to believe in all of what may happen to each of us after we pass  
from this world, but I'm not sure I have enough faith in myself for  
that yet.  However, Leah's dream gave me comfort and more faith than  
ever before.  She said,

"So I had this dream about Buford last night. I don't know why I had  
it--I've never dreamed about him before.  I was in a lecture hall on  
campus with him. I was talking to some people.  The room was filled  
with young people or students--I didn't know them.  I looked down and  
said in my dream "Where's Buford?  I'm supposed to be watching him!"   
And then I looked out over the lecture hall and saw him running up the  
side set of stairs against the far wall and then down the center  
stairs.  He was young, he was happy and he was having so much fun."

I chuckled and said, "This is going to sound really weird but I know  
where you were--you were in Loudis Recital Hall."  Leah said, "You  
know, I think that's exactly where I was. But why would I dream that?   
I was never in that hall with him."  I chuckled and said, "But I was!   
MANY times when he was younger.  I would take him to band rehearsals  
and let him run up and down the stairs meeting all the band members.   
He got hundreds of belly rubs over the years in that hall."

Leah said, "But how would **I** know that?!  Did Emily tell me  
maybe?"  (Emily is her daughter, who is in my band, and who house sat  
for a long time for me before Buford became so ill.)  I said, "No. I  
used to do this with him years before Emily was ever in band; long  
before Della joined us.  He was only between 1-3 years old when I did  
that.  I had him on campus first while I was housebreaking him and  
then because he so loved being with the students."

Leah said, "Well I don't know why I had the dream--there's no reason  
for it since I was never there, but I can tell you he was young, he  
was happy and he was having the time of his life just running up and  
down the stairs among all the students."

I hung up the phone, sat down and just smiled for a long time.  If  
that is my boy's version of the bridge then I can move forward knowing  
he's happy, healthy and in a place where he is safe.

--heidi, della and guinness the cat
--buford atb, walter atb