I've been having an awesome time recently with my work and friends, but today I feel depressed and like a piece of me has died and I haven't felt this way in a very long time.
Last night I dreamt I found a box. Upon opening the box I found an injured falcon who had been seemingly abandoned in the box. I freed the falcon and helped it to full strength. This wasn't a normal falcon, but the physical manifestation of my fursona in feral form. I called him Perry and he became my pet and best friend. I can still remember the special whistle I used to call him with.
The bulk of the dream is bonding with him and doing awesome stuff, however towards the end of the dream, it takes a sudden turn for the worst and he succumbs to his original injuries, dying very suddenly and fading away. The weirdest part is when he faded away, he left something like a small tree or plant of some sort.
Now I consider my fursonas to be a part of me and I literally feel like part of me has died. I know dreams aren't real, but then neither are fursonas.
Not really sure how to go about all of this, but I can help but wonder if this part of me has died and if anything should come after this.
