Dead Dogs

Saw a little dog with an obviously broken foot in the street yesterday.  It reminded me of Bugs.  My sweet little girl.  I want to think that she died quick.  I'm just going to think that.  

I was having a string of short dreams last night that carried into the morning.  The last one was the worst.  It's hard to explain and somewhat hard to admit, but I know it just came out of my synapses.  It had to do with Jim and him saying things that aren't true anymore.  Even in the dream I seemed like I didn't believe what he was saying.  And of course that was the last dream I had before I woke up.  

Then I saw two dead dogs on the side of the road on my way to work.