As soon as I was old enough to drive at 16, my father gave me my mother's car to drive and he bought her a newer one. My mom immediately found me a job to cover gas and insurance. This wasn't my dream job at all. I began working (7 days a week) as an assistant to an elderly woman named Anne. She was 93 years old and lived with her poodle dog named Buttons. Over the next few years, I would end up spending a lot of time with them.
Towards the end of her life, she suffered from a series of strokes. The first one wasn't so bad, she was home from the hospital within a few days and seemed to recover well. Then a few months later, she had another one and was hospitalized for a longer period of time in which they transferred her to a rehabilitation home for the elderly. All the while she was there, about a month or so, I continued to care for Buttons. Anne seemed to be doing better and I visited her often at the home. On one occasion, she told me she didn't feel like she was coming home, even though she was looking better every day. I told her that I could take care of Buttons no matter what happened to her. She appreciated the gesture, but said that she had other arrangements for her with her friend Gene.
During this time, I had just graduated from a junior college and at the request of one of my business teachers, I applied and interviewed for a position with the company she worked for (aside from teaching at the college). I was eager to find out about whether or not I got the job when I had a strange and vivid dream one night that I had gone to Anne's house to take Buttons out for a walk. I couldn't find Buttons anywhere. I heard a noise coming from a closet and opened it to find Buttons just looking up at me. At that point of the dream, I woke up and I was a bit startled because I hadn't ever dreamt about Buttons before.
Less than an hour later, I received a call from Gene that Anne had passed away the night before and she had just gotten home from having taking Buttons to the veterinarian to be put to sleep. I was really upset. Gene comforted me, explained that Anne had lived a long life and that Buttons was also very old that she wouldn't be able to cope living with anyone else. Having her put to sleep was what Anne wanted all along anyway.
A few hours later, I received a letter in the mail from the company that I had applied for, offering me a job. This was really a strange chain of events for me. It's not everyday you literally see one chapter of your life closing and another opening.
The prophetic dreams I've had in my life have been few and far between, but this is the most notable one to date.