I called Zinnia out in the back, and she didn’t respond.

That is unlike her; she is always by my side or nearby and is faithfully obedient.

It didn’t take me long to figure out where she must be. I approached the front porch and found her sitting next to Minnie.

She would give Minnie a lick on the way out the door every morning. Minnie loved it—two animals with big hearts and gentle souls.

When I called Zinnia to come, she came forward, stopped, leaned over, and gave Minnie a touch on the nose that seemed to last a long time.

Minnie responded to her, but I don’t know what was said.

The animals always know first. Minnie has gone into her cat house. She did have some dinner.