I had a cat, Tiger, my first pet, who would come to me every time I thought about her.
It was uncanny.
She died peacefully in my arms, staring at me, when she was 19-1/2.
That is amazing.
One of my dogs who was dying of liver failure, waited until I came home from a trip and died 30 minutes later laying in my lap. The vet couldn’t believe she had lived so long but I know she just wanted to see me one more time.
TOL, you have the finest recollections and write about them so well. I never tire of reading about your relationships with your fur family. :-)