That One Dream I Occasionally Experience · 11:41pm Mar 24th, 2018
Okay, so to get right into this, I had a dream a few nights back about something that I thought wouldn't really affect me anymore.
I was dreaming of my deceased guinea pig, Oscar. I don't know what it is, but this is actually my second year without that pig in my life, and February the 9th marks that day that he died. Being as close as I was with him ever since I brought him home as a 6-week-old puppy, I fell in absolute love with him.
He was really tame and he would always be with me when I was home. Needless to say, Oscar was like my own kid if I ever had one. As such, you can imagine what it was like for me when I was told he died. I still hate the fact that I wasn't there for him when it happened. I had only seen him the day before and I knew something was wrong. He didn't respond like usual, he barely squeaked or moved, and he wouldn't eat or drink, and the worst thing was that he was completely underweight and I couldn't force him to eat or drink anything because he wouldn't accept, regardless of my attempts.
Only weeks and months after he was gone, I kept looking out of my window to see where the hutch was placed, and when I used to look, I'd be so used to seeing one or two of the pigs watching me through the window. It only upset me further that I had gotten so used to this that I still did it after he was long gone.
I would even get out of my chair and start to walk away from my desk to see them and take one of them out of the hutch for a while and only stop to say ''Oh, yeah, right.''
The odd thing is that when I dream of Oscar, I can still feel him. I can still physically feel him as if he was still with me, and I can still hear him squeak and cuddle against me. I know those days are long over, but as much as it upsets me, I still smile when I have these dreams because I'm never going to forget my little guinea pig for as long as I live. I only wish that I could have had more time with him.
I suppose it's only natural for me to still think he's around after spending five and a half years of my life with him. I even used to still think I heard him or the other pigs squeak in the night, only to remember that they were not there in the first place.
To tell you the truth, after me and Dad built the summerhouse in the back garden, of which Oscar and some of the other pigs were buried under, much to my annoyance, I used to go inside and sit next to where Oscar would be buried, just so I could be near him like I always used to. I do that even still. When I go to record readings, I'd sit on the couch next to his burial and I like to think that he isn't lonely with me around. It may sound strange to some, but even in his absence, I still feel his presence.
(Christ, I love that guinea pig so much...)
Ya, I feel you, man. I lost my cat a long while back and its never really been the same without her. Some nights I swear I can still feel her trying to find a comfortable spot on the blanket I'm sleeping under. I guess its those small comforts in life, that I miss the most. Sorry for the minor rambling, you just got me thinking is all. I hope you have a good day.