lastnite: a dream journal

Amy's dying

I was watering the trees and stuff around the patio staircase at the Summitlawn house when I saw movement. It was my dead (put to sleep on the friday before spring break in march 1995) siamese cat Amy. Amy was alive, but in her old, thin state right before we had to put her to sleep. I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her. I took her inside to Mom, who was lying in bed and somewhat ill. I gave her Amy. Mom initially refused, so I laid Amy down on the bed. "She's just going to die. It hurts too much to touch her."