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I had a 15 year old cat (Patch) that I loved to death. He was attacked by a raccoon while we were on vacation and ended up losing and eye, along with having severe brain damage. I took him into my room and cared for him every day for over a year. I don't think he knew where he was, but would always come running and purr when I walked in the door. About a year later, we were going on a cruise so we boarded him with the vet. He was fine when we left, but the next morning the vet called to say he passed in his sleep. The night before they said he ate all of his food, and then laid down in his bed for the night. The next morning when they came in he was still curled up on his bed. I think he waited for me to be gone before he died ( I always knew I was not going to be able to handle finding him).
I also had a dog die before too. Jake (dog) and Patch were best friends and when the dog died, Patch would not leave Jake's body all day. We would find him curled up next to Jake just looking around. We had to put Patch away when we took Jake to the vet to be cremated because Patch was trying to follow us into the car.
edited: I deleted the wrong name