I dreamed that Nando, who passed on to Rainbow Bridge in January, was suddenly back in my life, alive and healthy, but now he was named Window. I was so happy I awoke from joy. But why was he named Window in my dream? I pondered this as I tried to go back to sleep. Then I realized that Windo is a portmanteau of Wink, my first greyhound and Nando, my last greyhound. I think I have a message from beyond.