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Early this morning I dreamed I was brushing my teeth in bed (while sitting upright). Galen was perched on the back of my neck and shoulders in cat-loaf position.
I needed to get out of bed to rinse my mouth out - in cartoon fashion, I was frothing like I had a case of rabies - but I knew that when I forced Galen to move, he'd be gone since he's no longer with us.

This reads as much sadder than it was in the dream.