A few weeks ago, I dreamed about Tungsten. I think it was the first time any of my cats has shown up in my dreams. That surprises me, considering the amount of my life that they occupy, though it may be that my subconscious sees my dreams as my one avenue of escape from them!
Anyway, in my dream, I was in some sort of work-place - not my real work-place - in a cubicle that was carpeted. Tungsten came walking across the open back of the space, not toward me but nonetheless approaching me. I picked her up and was very glad to see her. I don’t think in my dream she had died, but I know I hadn’t seen her for a long time. In reality, her left eye was damaged a bit; there was a tear in the pupil or something similar. It never seemed to bother her in the slightest, either in terms of comfort or vision. In my dream, however, her left eye was permanently almost closed. It’s funny how dreams interpret real-life. I don’t recall anything from the dream after that. Perhaps there was no more. But in my dream, I was very happy to see the orange one again.
On Saturday the 26th, it was six months since she died.