While we were living at the motel I had to sneak in my cat. The great news was, I had trained her to ride in the car. That was cool, my tabby cat riding shotgun. She was really there for me in my time of sorrow. At night, she would jump onto my bed, find her way under the covers and snuggle in close right next to me. How do they know? That was probably one of the sweetest surprises that helped to get me through. A warm body lying next to me at night! 

I guess sometimes though, we just never know who that warm body will be.