Death, Dreams and Synchronicity

I finally got my sister Becky's ashes from my niece yesterday. She has had them for two years because she picked them up for me and I kept coming up with reasons not to pick them up or "forgetting" them when I would leave her house. They are still in the trunk of my car right now, though I did apologize to them (Becky) for not picking them up sooner and when it warms up more I will take them to the top of the Sandia mts and scatter them, along with some ashes of my sister Debi. Crap! I think I am just now getting over both of their deaths (insomuch as will allow me to function more normally), along with two cats over the past, 3 - 4 years. I had the best dream Thursday night. I was telling my sister Debi some crazy funny story and she was laughing her ass off, just like she would have if she were alive and it were real life. I haven't heard her laugh in so long that it woke me up and I felt happy! I normally only remember dreams if I wake up while they are going on, so I am really happy that I woke up during that one. Also, it made me feel still connected, like she follows the stories of my goofy life and still enjoys them.

So far as synchronicity goes - last night I was thinking (as I often do) that I should adopt another dog and I was discussing it with Britton who somewhat agrees we should, but isn't sure how Pooka would react and I am uncertain of that too. Some of you know that I have a special attraction or love for Boxers. So I was looking at the local Boxer rescue on the internet and they had about 10, the most I have ever seen. They were all adorable! Still I thought to myself - if I am suppose to get another dog there will be some sign. I turned on the radio to see who Noory had on, nobody since it was Friday night, but the first caller I heard had a story about a ghost and how his dog had been afraid of it - a Boxer dog. So I am sure I am somehow going to eventually end up with a Boxer or Boxer mix. I tried to explain this synchronicity to Britton, who pretty much blew it off as me being obsessed with Boxers and being too into a certain breed. That is OK, because I know how these things work and even if I don't go to a shelter and adopt one, if I am truly suppose to have one, one day it will just show up in my yard or somewhere that it can't be ignored, which is the way I have got most of my pets through my life.