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I went to the funeral for my favorite uncle a few weeks ago. For a few hours, around 150 people crammed into a church remembered him and the feelings were very intense. The next morning, I woke up thinking that my cocker spaniel poodle mix was sleeping on my stomach like she used to at night. The feeling was very real and very strong. Out of nowhere, since she passed in 2015. It was as if a bridge to some sort of spiritual world opened up during the funeral, and my beloved little dog found a way through after waiting for me for 4 years.
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