We buried our old cat Joe today. He lost his battle with cancer during the night as I sat with him. As soon as I finished placing bricks over his grave, our GSD, Rex, came and laid down by it, in "guard" position and stayed there most of the morning. It's as if he knew Joe was gone and buried there eventhough we did not show him the body but he was standing right there as I buried Joe's body wrapped in a towel so I'm guessing he could smell and knew. You could see the sadness in his face and it made me break down and cry. The touching part of the story is that Joe hated Rex and always took every opportunity to slash him up when he was a puppy. Rex has such a sweet and gentle soul. He lays down next to and guards everything from baby chicks to a dead cat's grave. If there are those who don't believe that animals have feelings, I beg to disagree.