Growing up we had a German Shepherd and a tortoise shell calico cat. They didn't always get along but they had a mutual agreement to put up with each other. Kitty was about a year older than Cynder. When Cynder passed away at 13 years old there was a noticeable change in Kitty's attitude. A few months after Cynder had died my mom was cleaning up a room and she accidentally knocked Cynder's collar off the bookshelf. It had a couple tags on it and it always made a distinct jingle when Cynder ran around. It made that noise when it fell and my mom was brought to tears when Kitty ran into the room with a spring in her step looking for Cynder.
My Sister: It's not raining.
Me: *crying* No, it's raining all right.