After Wolfsbane died, I had several very odd dreams. One of them stood out in particular. In this dream we lived in a different house with a huge, fenced backyard. In my dream, when Wolfie died, we didn't bury her but we kept her in the back yard with C-Biscuit. I continued to take her food and water and treats even though she never ate them. Then one day, I went out there, and she was sitting up, alive. I was so happy. I petted her and played with her, then when I went to get my mom and brother, she layed down and died again. I went back to my routine of taking her things, and it went on like that for months. Then, once again, she was sitting up the next morning, and this time she really was alive. That dream was a little weird, but I understand it now. If I hold on to my memories, Wolfie has not died at all, just moved away, and one day, she'll come back and take me with her.