How about animals? I had my old just buried hound dog dear friend appear in my dream at night to say goodbye.
My dogs, my dad, several friends, Buck Owens. It’s your brain organizing your thoughts while you sleep.
It sure seems real while you’re there, though. It’s still just a dream.
My heart aches for you. I have searched for years in the word to understand what our beloved creatures experience when their all too short lives are over. I very recently feel I have had an answer. I am convinced that the God I serve is perfect and He has perfectly loved everything He created. These little creatures go to their creator for eternity because a perfect God would do nothing less. Judgement is not part of what happens for they have never sinned. Can you imagine your beloved dog in a perfect place in the presence of a perfect God who created him? He is there. May you be comforted.