No, actually they are my dad's two cats, Tigger and Snookaroo, who were there for me during Precious' illness and after his death. Tig in particular was the gallant one, coming up to me and nudging my leg if I was crying (he did that right after I came home from the emergency clinic after Precious died). I took him for a walk around the yard on Precious' leash (I had to train him, 16 years young, to walk on one after he had surgery on both ears for skin cancer, so he can't go outside unassisted anymore for fear of recurrence) and that morning seemed so beautiful and bright it was almost too much to bear. I sat down on a brick wall and Tig sat beside me, and that's when the first dragonfly appeared to me! I know it was Precious sending me a sign that he was all right and that he was free of pain.
Snook warmed up to me a lot more after Precious died. He has always been my Dad's cat, he'd never let another family member touch him. I can now hold him and carry him around and even kiss him a little...then he's had enough and he takes off for Dad. But what a change!!
Lisa