if you'd been a dog, they'd have drowned you at birth

i guess it's only natural that i would have dreamt about Pepe dying. this is how my brain apparently functions these days. last night i noticed he wasn't putting any pressure on his left front paw (no relation to my left wrist, of course - although i just picture him attempting some ridiculous jump outside and landing awkwardly) and i guess it got me worried. in my dream i had him soaking in a small basin of ice-cold water to try to bring the swelling down and the ice must have melted too fast. he drowned in that basin and i woke up with a bad feeling. he wasn't in his usual spot on the bed. i found him curled up on the couch, still not wanting to be touched. he was still growling if i got anywhere close to that paw and he didn't even get up when i fed Fiona or cry to go outside. definitely not his usual self. but very much alive just the same.