My kitty died yesterday. The poor thing just up and gave up the ghost on the sidewalk in front of my house. I picked him up in some newspapers and put him on the front porch until we could decide what to do with him. The rest of the day when I walked in or out of the house I saw his body on that porch. And every time I'd wait for him to get up and start meowing and wanted me to pet him even though I knew he was dead. I still wait for him to come to my feet when I come home.