They're alive!
My wife was recently on vacation and, historically, pets die when she's absent. Duke, the first dog I got as an adult, died the day she got back ... Technically not from vacation, but from a work trip.
Because we had a kid, I had Newbie put down while my wife was packing up the previous house and the kid was with her. That's the only dog I've ever chosen to put down. I think it was the right thing to do but it still hurt. Even typing this is hard. Please ignore the tears running down my cheeks. She was a damned good dog.
Remi died while the wife and kid were at the beach.
We have three cats, two of whom have been around longer than my wife. The wife and kid went to a family reunion this weekend. They left Friday and came back today. Saturday the older two cats were absent for the morning feeding. I wasn't convinced they would still be breathing when I found them.
However, so far as I can tell, they're immortal ... Or at least making the most of their nine lives.
edit: Newbie's health was failing. I didn't just decide she needed to go.


