I took in a stray cat when I lived in an apartment complex where pets weren't allowed. It had been abandoned by a previous resident who moved out. When the manager found out a year later we were ordered to get rid of her or move, so we moved. Several years later she got sick, ended up dying as I laid beside her one night, apparently she knew it was time and stumbled in the bathroom squalling. I put a blanket on the floor, laid down with my arm around her and talked to her till she died. Five days later in the morning I walked into that room and smelled the most beautiful scent of flowers and had a sense that it was some kind of sign...That little cat loved flowers. When we moved to the second apartment complex, each spring I planted a row of flowers alongside the patio. Every day I came home from work, she would beg to go outside first thing. She walked down the row of flowers and sniffed each one---impatiens, petunias, pansies, coleus, etc.. I also planted herbs, tomatoes, vines in containers that she would check out each day. This ritual would continue all summer long. In the winter I planted a huge red amaryllis flower, held it for her to smell. She put her whole face in the bloom and inhaled the scent. I have kept photos of the back of my apartment building with all the flowers and huge plants, she was dwarfed by the size of them. In the end I knew she appreciated those flowers even more than I realized.