The love of my life has been coming to me in multiple ways since Her transition in the summer. I know that there is no death only transition. Through dreams She addresses my mostly darker views. I do not mean this to seem there is any darkness on Her end but She recognizes the demons I struggle with in understanding this life that has so dramatically changed since Her transition. By the time She transitioned She had become my child. She was 58 lbs., lost almost of all Her muscle mass. I carried Her everywhere, fed Her, cleaned Her. She has come to me in my dreams both in Her sickened form to show me that was than but this is now and in a healthy form. Again, thanks to Craig Hogan because She came to me once through his guided meditations and said "We are equals again". This little baby who I had to carry and feed was standing next to me cooking with me, which was one of our many passions. She continues to tell me She is safe and happy, looking after me, and She is no longer sick, but I can't get that through my thick head. Anyway the most recent dream: My house burnt down and only a charred piece of wood remained of my home and my life. I carried it everywhere. I fell in love with this last part of my life, this piece of charred wood. When I woke up I realized it was from Her. It is almost a mockery of our love to do what I am doing. I have reduced, through my grief and depression, a magnificent woman to charred wood. But hey, that's where my head is. I put this out to others who might be dealing with this. Spiritually, even mentally I understand that She is safe and I'm torturing myself but emotionally there is a disconnect. Peace.