Keeping

I had a dream last night, of my dog. Lying under a table, suddenly her eyes glazed, she extended a paw in a kind of plea, and jerked to the side. She’s dying, I cried to whoever was around, wend down to the dog, embraced the furry body and tried to give breath into the muzzle. After some struggling, I felt the breast expand when I blowed air – it took a lot of effort from me, and thought that sooner or later I will suffocate myself doing this, can’t keep her alive for much longer anyway, but did not care.
The dream, fortunately, dissolved away before my strength.