This is my 15 year old girl, Cleo. Hasn't left my side all through my treatment, cuddling next to me when I have been too sick to get out of bed. She just knows.
I had another fur baby, Bella, who also stuck close right through my treatment. After my mastectomy and recon, though, I had to lock her out of the bedroom as I was scared she would walk across my chest. A decision I now regret as it turns out she was also quite sick and I would have discovered this earlier had I allowed her to sleep next to me as she normally did. She passed away in September. Broke my heart.
Both of them knew I had cancer long before I did, sniffing around the area where I found the lump. Bless.
We also have rescue chickens.