My rat terrier Chihuahua Barkley passed away unexpectedly from complications from a surgery. He was only 9. … The week of his passing my wife and I frequently broke down in tears as we were reminded of fond memories and locations in our house where he would do particular things. One place he was happiest was just laying in the bed with us, curled up next to one of us. That was one of his favorite things to do.

That following Sunday, early in the morning, I dreamt that I was laying in my bed, and suddenly I felt Barkley use his muzzle to force my arm out of the way like he used to do so often. While laying on my left side in bed in the dream, he nudged my right arm from behind forcefully, and very much in a way that said “it’s me.”

I felt his head, his body, and his personality in the sensation of this happening. He climbed over my side once I moved my hand, and circled in front of my midsection before laying down with his back touching me. I felt the heat, the personality, HIM, in all of this, but he was not there. It was everything but him there. In my dream, I began to cry, and reached for him to see if he was there, but he disappeared. I woke up with a headache, and laying in the same position I’d dreamt I was in.

— Glen, Texas