I have had three Boxers dogs in my life. A few years after losing the my first one I was really missing her. We had moved to a new house and I was thinking how she would have loved all the windows and how low they were so she could see out and lay in all the sun. I was just plain missing her on all levels. One night I had a dream where I walked into a room. It wasn't in the new house, but it was some place that had lots of windows. There was my girl. I asked her what she was doing there. She came up wiggling her butt and giving kisses. We sat on the floor and cuddled in the sun. It was like she was telling me she had all the windows she needed and she was doing well. (I still miss her, though.)
