She's been leaving for months sitting still long time gazing ahead between woodland graves of companions one whose habits came hers when she died ( we saw the transmission take place when nestled together one night ) greeting each visitor in the driveway and hunting my garden cat Lately all night under stars or clouds no coming in for man lap naps exploring high places indoors for daysleep then cuddling in small low cocoons Our connection deep by departure assured her long job was complete