These wonderful stories have me tearing up, as well. My cat, who passed away two years ago, was 18 years old when she died. She was a person to me, an angel who seemed so intuitive - more so than some humans! When my mom was in hospice, I got a call one day from them saying "don't ask me why but today is the day". I went there and stayed until almost 1:00 a.m. and my mom was still alive. The hospice nurses urged me to go home, and I did. I went to bed when I got home, and around 3:00 a.m., my cat came walking up, got on the pillow so she could be near my face (She was very loving, but didn't particularly like to walk on pillows, as they made her feel unstable, so she never ventured beyond your waist in bed!). Then she just put her sweet little paw on my face and stared at me. I was petting her, wondering what had gotten into her, but she just kept that paw on my face until the phone rang, 5 minutes later, with the nurse at the hospice center apologizing but letting me know that my mother had passed away. It was like my cat knew I would need that paw as a comfort, that I would need her, and it felt like she already knew that my mother was gone from earth. I will never forget that.
So glad you have made it through the storms of life! And B.B. is beautiful!