mister visited my dreams last night. we were at a big tall wood house dogsitting some other dog i think. they were working on the front of the building and we had to go out the back way. there was water dripping in front and down the back stairs. in the dream it dawned on me that mister was still alive, that i'd been grieving him so much while he was alive it was like he died but he was still alive. i woke up and it wasn't like i thought he was really alive but that he was telling me i'm still here.