Family Switch (2023)

On a whim, we watched this Christmas film on Netflix last night. I can’t remember a time that I laughed this hard since BeBe passed. It was just what the doctor ordered.

My favourite parts involved the actions of the baby and dog switching roles and being hilarious. But I wasn’t expecting to have it signal BeBe’s return in my last dream this morning. (And this could have been triggered by Susan suggesting that we could foster a shelter dog. I wasn’t enthusiastic about having my heart broken again.)

BeBe returned, not as her black self, but as her white self. There was no mistaking her presence. In fact, others in my dream could see and touch her, too, which was a great comfort to me. She had a scar running down the length of her belly, which surprised me since she’d never gone through any surgery like that in her 15 years. But I surmised that the vets had operated on her and brought her back to life. (That’s how you justify things that don’t ‘fit’ in your dreams.)

Anyway, when BeBe didn’t show up at the 3 month mark, I chalked it up to wishful thinking. Now I see that she wanted me to stop mourning her death, and the Family Switch film was the only thing that broke the spell of my grief.