answer:Thanksgiving a few years back: Our old dog, Mikey was a turkey hound. He’d wake up and go straight to the oven on Turkey Day, staring at it and crying for hours. Everytime we’d open the oven to baste or check he’d do what we called the “hunting” yip and then begin to cry louder. This particular year, we also had a pom-a-poo, Lily. She was rapidly losing weight from polycystic kidney disease. She was thrilled to eat every other day at this point in time. Lily and Mikey were excited to see our aunt come to dinner. They sat with her and cuddled while we put out some hors d’oeuvres for our aunt to enjoy while we prepared the platters for supper. Dinner time comes. We’re all enjoying our supper…almost at the same time we all say “It’s odd that Mikey’s stopped crying. He hasn’t had his supper yet”. I got up to check on the pups. There was Lily, standing on the coffee table (she must’ve jumped from the sofa over to the table, as the table was too high for her to reach any other way). She was taking hors d’oeuvres one at a time in her mouth and gently allowing Mikey to take them from her. The two were so involved in their treats that they didn’t notice us watching them until I began to take photos. Now that both are gone, it’s one of the most delightful memories we have.