When suddenly, the porch light flickered - one, two, three times in a row - just like it did last April. Wait, could that have really happened? Rafa changed the light bulb months ago even though I begged him not to. But sure enough, through my tears, it happened again. The first time the light EVER flickered was about 24 hours or so after she passed and it did so right up until the bulb was changed. It comforted me. This morning, Thunder reminded me (twice for good measure) that she will always love me and that she is right there, a thought away. 17 years is a good long time to have a pet and this morning’s happenings helped me trust even more in the connections we make with our heart.