I had a dream that I went back to Utah, and our old dog kennel was still up (we tore it down before we moved) but it was much bigger and it had all of our own dogs, plus several more rottweilers, plus a shitload of rabbits, plus some more puppies, plus some chickens, and maybe a few cats. The big dogs in the kennels (the rotts and a few others) were as mean as hell because they had been ignored for so long. The smaller animals were dropping like flies because they had been ignored. A few dogs had leashes around their necks inside the cages, and the leashes got caught on something and they were choking.
In the back of the last kennel was my dog Katie.
Well we wasted no time and busted ass to save all the critters. First and foremost, Katie. Well, we saved several of them and got them out and everything was happy and Katie never left my side. She was eager and happy to see me and everybody marvelled at what a good dog she was.
She was a good dog. She was the best dog in the history of dogs.
I woke up and remembered that my Katie died of cancer. A long time ago. My dog has been gone for a long time and I still miss her very much. :(