I dreamt last night that Smokey was back...in a way. He was a ghost, but I could see him, intermittently. My dad was visiting, and he apparently could see him too. Smokey curled up next to me on the couch, and I was petting his head and scratching him under the chin. It's weird how my brain remembers what his fur felt like and the size and shape of
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