It was still dark outside when the suitcase was pulled out from under the bed. A change of clothes and some basic toiletries were thrown hastily inside and the zip closed.
The dream had woken him almost in shock. It was as if something was calling him there.
In his sleep he had seen a puppy, a months-old dog that had found him by chance when he was staying for a while at his uncle’s farm. They bonded in a way that seemed karmic. And then, just two days before his rural stay ended, his four-legged friend disappeared. The sadness that had overwhelmed him made him not want to return to that farm since.
Until today. Now something was pulling him there.
There was no time to dwell on the thought. The impulse was enough to get him going.
It was a drive that lasted almost all through sunrise to sunset.
It was a lonely road trip, dominated by scenic valley views, week-old snow and lots of fog. Driving through the mist, he arrived at the farmhouse with his heart pounding. He hadn’t told his uncle he arrived. He was ecstatic with the surprise.
But someone else was even happier. Jumping up and down next to the horses and wagging its tail rapidly with joy.
It was a grown dog now. And he remembered. Because when it’s meant to be, it lasts a lifetime.