Okay, if I die, I wanna be reborn as a cat or a dog… Something small, a pet.
I wanna be adopted when I’m still young, as the first pet for some excited child, a much dreamed of pet, the perfect one in the litter, named with pride and hugged on the way home.
And I can grow up alongside them, causing trouble sometimes, but mostly something for that kid to raise. Their first responsibility, their most stalwart guardian, their number one confidant.
And bit by bit, my kid’ll get older and so will I, but they’ll still always be my favorite. And years will go, and I will grey, and eventually they will cry and hug me and I’ll close my eyes for the last time, knowing I was loved and very very happy.
That’s my dream for what happens after I die.