Cat Stays by Dying Grandmother’s Bedside, Honoring the One Who Raised Her.

 grandmother.”

While everyone could see how much Trooper loved Whaley, and Whaley loved Trooper, the family didn’t get a true sense of their connection until Whaley became very ill.

“My grandmother started going more downhill around Christmas [last year], and we started noticing her [Trooper] being there all the time,” Hackney said. Trooper mostly slept on the bed with Whaley, but she also brought her gifts from around the house.

“She was never the kind to pick up toys and move them around the house or anything, but when my grandma couldn’t move around as much anymore, she would bring stuff to her — whatever she’d find on the floor, like socks or a straw,” Hackney said. “As she started getting sicker and sicker and sicker, she increased the amount of stuff that she was bringing. She’d go into my brother’s room and just grab his socks and haul them downstairs and lay them on the floor.”

“You could just look into her eyes and tell that she knew what was going on, and she was very upset about it,” Hackney added Sometimes, Whaley would have a panic attack, and Trooper would hurry to her side to comfort her.

“Trooper would run in there and hop on the bed, and she would just start petting her and feeling her, and she’d calm down,” Hackney said. “When my grandmother started getting to the point where she couldn’t communicate anymore, I think that having Trooper there was definitely calming for her.”

And nothing seemed to scare Trooper away from Whaley’s bedside.

“Whenever my grandmother was going through the process of [ᴘᴀssɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ], she became very disoriented,” Hackney said. “Trooper was always by her side — always there — and she would accidentally hit her or squeeze her too hard, and Trooper would never fight back. She would just jump down, wait for my grandma to calm down, and she would jump right back into bed with her. If we had done that, it would have been all over. We would have been a bloody mess, but she loved my grandma, and she never, ever scratched her or [ʙɪᴛ] her or anything.”

“She loved my grandma so much, and you could tell by the way she would look at her when she was sick,” Hackney added. “It just broke your heart to see all of this pain in her eyes.” When Whaley [ᴘᴀssɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ] in March — a few days before her 97th birthday — Trooper was inconsolable.

“She didn’t want to be around my grandma’s body,” Hackney said. “I had taken her in there to show her that Grandma is not coming back … because if they don’t know, they’ll look for them, and I wanted her to understand that our grandma is not there anymore. But she ran away and got underneath my parents’ bed. And after she stopped eating. She’s not a very vocal cat, but she was just walking around the house, crying all of the time.”

Trooper is doing a lot better now, Hackney explained, although she still goes into Whaley’s room, and leaves socks and other objects on the floor.