Sabour

When I was a little girl, I used to have dreams that would end up happening, but it was usually small things like conversations I would have or places I would go. When I was about 12 or 13, My family had this dog named Sabour. He was half rottweiler and half lab, black, beautiful, and very strong. My family never had the energy to take care of him, so I spent a lot of time with Sabour. I loved him very much. We had him for about 3 years I believe. He was a very strong dog and we kept him in our back yard on a chain. He would break these chains a lot. My grandmother lived right next to us, and Sabour was never allowed in her house. One night I had a dream that Sabour had broken from his chain and went to my grandmother's house. In between my grandmother's house and my house is a driveway where my dad would park his car. Sabour was on his way over to my house when a car drove by. I didn't see Sabour, he was on the other side of my dad's car, but I knew he was dead. I woke up from this dream at around 1:20ish a.m. I figured it was just a bad dream and went back to sleep. In the morning, we noticed that Sabour was missing from his chain, and I knew that he had died and was beside the car. I told my mom and dad about the dream, and my dad went to go check. Sabour was dead. My grandmother had mentioned that Sabour had showed up early that morning, but she wouldn't let him in the house. I wonder sometimes if I had that dream because it had just happened and Sabour and I had a connection, or if it was a warning and I could have gone outside and prevented it all from happening.