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# Dream of my Dogs
- URL: https://www.layersofzoe.net/dreams-of-my-dogs/
- Published: 2024-11-06T23:36:22.000Z
- Updated: 2025-12-11T09:13:27.000Z
- Author: Layers of Zoe
- Tags: Jung at Heart, Doof & Sig, mothering

I dreamed last night of impossible births,  
grey feathers shifting to fur,  
chirps dancing beneath a strange oak table.

My two – Sig and Doof – lying there,  
old eyes glistening with the weight of years,  
straining  
to give me their young.

Yet only strange half-creatures came.

I whispered to them, *just one* –  
a perfect small Doof, a little Sig –  
but the room knew better,  
and it shuddered  
as my husband’s hands  
gathered tiny creatures, monstrously malformed,  
parts of dreams that sour in daylight.

‘Did you end them?’ I gasped.  
‘You’d have done the same,’ he said,  
and I nodded,  
truth sometimes wearing  
the cloak of necessity.

There was a third dog,  
a stranger, grey and fleeting.  
He alone bore bright new life.

The pup chirped at the table’s leg.  
I watched it, untouched.

When I asked my husband  
how males could bear the weight of birth,  
he answered with a reason lost to waking.  
I agreed –  
in dreams,  
even logic is tender.

I woke to the soft thump  
of tails and gentle snoring.  
No puppies –  
just Doof and Sig,  
ageing,  
but here.