My sister-in-law is a pet lover and at any given moment she’ll have several cats and at least one dog. Some of the rationale for this was to teach her children responsibility, but in truth she’s just a sucker for a cute, hairy face.
Years ago one of their cats, Max, went missing for several days. Finally and most unfortunately, someone found him, belly up, and run over at the foot of their cul-de-sac. The kids were devastated. There was near hysteria when their dad scooped Max into a shoebox to be buried in the backyard. They made a headstone, had a very poignant ceremony including eulogies, and then a light lunch after.
Several more days go by and without much notice, Max slipped himself back into the house and was walking through the family room much to the astonishment of the entire family. Clearly there was a cat buried out back; it just wasn’t Max.