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The "Oscar the Cat" story rings true as far as I'm concerned. My Dad wasn't a "cat person" but my wife and I raised a family of feral kitties that we stole from the Mama when they were 2 days old and fed them our super formula that we made. We pawned one of these kitties off on my folks where my Dad and the Cat took separate corners for several years. When my Dad was bed ridden while suffering from lung and brain cancer, in his final days, Button the kitty would spend all her time curled up with my Dad. We all sorta joked about it figuring that had my Dad been cognizant of the kitties presence, he probably would have been pissed!
As for Dogs....along with my brothers and sisters gathered around my Mom while she took her final breath, my Labrador Jack was there by her side with a paw on the bed and as calm and collected as he ever had been. He understood what was happening and was part of it along with the rest of us.
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