I recently dug out a flowering bush that was planted in this really strange place in my new garden. It's rainy season, and the space wasn't draining, so the plant was drowning. It was dropping leaves, and getting all spindly looking.
The actual process was terrible. I hated digging the poor thing's roots out of the ground. It seemed so vicious, even though I did my best to make it an easy process for the plant.
At first, about three days after the move, it dropped the rest of its leaves. I was worried, although I knew that was normal after trauma. I would walk by it every day sending out happy thoughts.
Last night I was dreaming, standing in front if it with this tall glowing woman. She said to me, "It's alive. You saved it. Well done."
I looked up at her, and her brilliance blinded me, and I woke up.
I noticed today as I walked by it, that it's budding again :) Super happy about that.