Pepper, a Tuxedo who bonded with him and Lexi, a tabby who bonded with me. My husband was in the hospital for 9 days about 6 weeks before he died. I stayed with him, only coming home 1 hour every-other day. When I did go home, Pepper would stand on his hind legs and try to open the door to the garage looking for my husband. When he died, my good friend insisted that Pepper see that he was truly gone, so she brought him to the funeral home. I took Pepper in with me, just the two of us. I was holding him and he leaned down and put his face in front of my husband’s nose—twice. Then he put his paw on his chest. Then he turned and put his head over my shoulder and wouldn’t look at him again. He never once tried to open the door to the garage after that.