Lilly and Lucy are eight years old, and for as long as I can remember, one or both of them has perpetuated this little ritual. When I leave the house, and especially when I am gone for longer periods of time, I come home to find one of their toys on my bed --on or near my pillow. It melts my heart every time, even after eight years. It's almost as if they are saying--we missed you-we were thinking of you.
If I am gone for several days, traveling with work, I will often come home to a little group of toys piled up on my pillow just to let me know they were counting the days until my return.
Anyone who thinks animals don't have emotions, don't feel and think and become close to us, are just dead wrong.
There's proof of the opposite in so many ways in my house.