"Oh, Sunshine," I picked him up and hugged him, "You sure paid for your keeps today."
He purred then laid his head on my shoulders.
Glenn suddenly passed away with a heart attack. A stunned shock gripped me. I couldn' t sleep: I couldn' t eat. Exhausted, but I had to carry on. I lay on the bed at night hoping to rest.
I would become aware of breathing, purring by my pillow. Sunshine would be lying on the bed near my head. He had never slept on our bed before. He stroked my hair with his paw. Glenn always stroked my hair before he went to sleep. How did Sunshine know to do this?