I dreamed about Paul last night, or early this morning.
I dont know when or where, but Paul was laying on my lap. I was petting him. A person was sitting next to me telling me what a great owner I was and how great he looked. Paul was in all his glory, his fir was all puffed out, shiny. He was purring on my lap.
I talked about how my cats had to be put down, and the person kept saying how happy Paul was on my lap. I started crying *bawling*. I told this person that Paul was the last one who died. I could not stop crying. The dream ended with me crying.
I am starting to cry just thinking about it.
I guess Paul did think I was a good mother.
I hope so.