Dreamt about my dog Bear and we were playing hard.

I wish I didn't wake up because I'm still grieving for him, and there's nothing I could ever want in the world than him to still be by my side at the end of all those traumatic situations. I tried to keep him. I really did and I wanted what was best for him. I don't care that all I own can fit in a backpack, that I lost my vehicle as well, or what I had gone through was horrific, I'd do it again if I could get him back.
I got Bear from a guy in a huge red pickup truck situated at a small town grocery store. He was yelling, "Free puppies!" Of course, I had no intention of getting one but I went to look at them anyways because I love dogs and got curious. That was it, he gave me Bear and I didn't let go. It was three days before I gave him that name because I wanted it to fit with his personality. He was ornery and gave lots of attitude but if he thought I was hurt or someone was going to hurt me, he came running full speed to the rescue. So...I named him after a working K-9 Officer, Bear.
I thought maybe talking about him would ease the pain, and it did for now.