What a wonderful, bittersweet story!

When my Dad was found dead in his apartment after 3 days, the medical examiner's office went into pick up his body. His beloved cat Tigger, who had been closed in the apartment with him on a hot August day, began growling, hissing and spitting everytime they went near him. I had to calm him down and put him in a carrier so they could take my Dad away . Tigger lived for 3 more years, quietly dying in his sleep in his favorite spot, in front of the sliding glass window, in the sun.