Where is my sister?

Last night I was offering Tabby a treat, and he looked around curiously, for his sister. I decided that I needed to be honest with him, since I'm convinced that our animals can understand some of the things we say... that they can communicate with us. I kissed him on his head and said, "Sabrina isn't with us anymore..." He looked pointedly at the blanket she had last laid on. He glanced at another blanket. He looked near the floor. He glanced outside, to the porch. He glanced in the kitchen. And then his ears went down, as he looked at me, as if to say, "Where is she?" I tried to figure out how to explain death to a cat. I realized that I couldn't. I said, "She died... Sabrina isn't coming back." He became agitated, sitting near me, but not relaxing. Thankful for the treat, but not content. (Sabrina always shared every treat). Finally I got him to relax, and pet him in the recliner. And then I set him on his blanket, saying goodnight. He looked around... I always said goodnight to both kitties. So I whispered, "Goodnight, Sabrina..." And I went to bed, trying not to focus too much on the fact that she would never snuggle with me for those first few moments anymore. Because when I would say goodnight, she would always run to my room, and jump on the bed. But she is no longer in pain. That's the important thing. And I am content to think that I will see her again someday. ♥