This is Thunderbolt.
~ Thunderbolt of Eastshire Drive was his full name
and he was my grandparents English Springer Spaniel.
Wasn't he a cute puppy?
I dreamt of Thunder last night.
Isn't it strange where our dreams take us.. I love to dream.
Recently, as I am trying to quit smoking ( and I am doing well so far),
I have the craziest dreams.
Sometimes the dreams are not so happy..
so I will welcome sweet Thunder to my dream land any day.
That is my pop and I dream of him often.
He's been gone for 25 years and in my dreams I can see every detail that defined him.
The smell of his hair cream, the missing finger tips on his left hand, the sound of his voice..
I like to think that those dreams, are of our loved ones reaching out to us, letting us know that they are watching over us.
Thunder hated.. HATED.. anything to do with grooming.
My grandparents had to sedate him before they could even get him in the car.
Actually, Thunder hated a lot of things...
But Thunder loved Leslie and she loved him.
Grandma called him Boltie,
Pop, in his Virginia accent, called him Thunda...
and for the longest time, I couldn't pronounce his name and called him Funder.
Funder and I shared lots of ice cream cones together.
That's me and Thunder ~
I was 7 years old and had just gotten my tonsils taken out. My mom bought me the pretty new robe to wear at the hospital. There were pink fuzzy slippers to match it!
If you look closely.. you can see my favorite pillow
Thunder lived a good life ~
I was 19 when he passed away.
when he got sick, it was my very sad husband who was the last to see him.
In my dream last night, I took Thunder to the park behind my grandparents house.
The same park that pop and I used to take him to when I was little...
We were rolling around and playing on the grassy hill ~
only I wasn't a little girl anymore,
I was the 40 year old woman that I am today and I was playing hide and seek with Funder.
It's had me thinking about Thunder, Grandma and Pop all day!
What a great dream!
Good night and Sweet dreams friends!!!