This is sad, but I had to share - About a year ago, my friend Kenny (mkkrny) came here because of his wive - my dearest angel Maryann
Near the end, Maryann was set up in a hospital bed in the den, and people were in and out of the house helping with the kids, cooking, cleaning, shopping and taking care of Maryann. Her cat would sit on her and wouldn't let some of us near her at times. Just before passing, Maryann was taken to Hospice Care outside of the home. She was out of the house for less than 10 hours. That cat would not leave the spot on the bed that she had lied on for those last several months. It was all very eerie and sad...
I on the other hand, am not a cat lover. I love kitties, but just can't stand the cats. Don't know if it is something from a past life?? I have tried and I apologize to those really nice cats and cat lovers...Anyway, I am a dog LOVER. As a child, my German Sheppard, Scotty, licked my mom's cast for weeks when she broke her collar bone in a car accident. As a teen, my Belgium Sheepdog, Zorba (yes, I am Greek), licked my bandages when my sister shut the car door on it (although she still says she didn't do). My Swiss Mountain Dog, Hopper, is the kids dog, but my baby. He is always under my feet, but I KNOW he always knew when I was sick. He acts differently if I am going to my sister's for the weekend than he does if I am packing for the hospital. He never sleeps the night before my going - he paces. He digs holes in the yard ONLY when I'm in the hospital, but never when I'm away on vacation. I can't say if he knew about the cancer when I was first diagnosed. I really didn't take notice, but I know now that he does sense when things are wrong...Love my baby!!!