I had a horrible nightmare last night. I dreamed that for some reason, a visitor leaving my apartment was careless, and Thatch ran out the door. Instead of running out into the hall, because it was a dream, he ran out onto a porch covered in snow. I was not reliant on my walker, and I chased after him, and we were playing in the snowy yard. As I kept trying to catch him, he ran further away and into the street, where a car hit and killed him. It still creeps me out.