Rosa Barks

I am a cat person. I am not a dog person. Not in the least bit. But I want an English Bulldog puppy so bad that it makes my heart ache. Every time I see one, I cry a little bit because they're cuteness is so great that it actually hurts.

I have been thinking nonstop about these little buggers and how badly I want to squeeze and squish and kiss and love on one of them that it was inevitable that I would have a dream about one. Like, literally dream about it.

The other night I dreamed that this little sweetie was sitting on my dining room chair, looking up at me with those adorable sad looking puppy eyes and I was squeezing and squishing and kissing and loving on her and she was just gratefully and happily soaking it all in. Then, because even my dream life is messed up, the vet called and told me she had a cancerous brain tumor and she died.

Her name was Rosa Barks.

Rest in peace, little Rosa Barks. You were loved and will be missed more than you will ever know. You were the dog of my dreams, little Rosa Barks.