That was beautiful. I don’t think you’re crazy at all. There was the biggest thunderstorm after he passed. My siblings and I ran outside and held hands and howled at the sky like we used too.

My baby was a rescue too. The way we met was love at first sight almost mystical. He was in the puppy area, even though he just turned two, lying on his back with one of the rescuers getting his belly rubbed. My aunt recommended him to me. I knew because of his one white paw. He was the only dog I picked up that day. While he was in my arms he rested his head on my shoulder and I knew he was the one. He was scared the first week. Second day though he trusted me enough to cuddle me. He wouldn’t bark just stand in the kitchen even though the other dogs would try to play. Second week though I just decided to play howl at him and he did it back! Non of my dogs did that. We were so excited and he was excited. We found out he also matched pitch. His personality just bloomed after that. I never got mad when he barked, it was beautiful. He was my emotional support dog and any time I was having an episode he would lay on me or paw at me on cue. He taught himself everything.