They know. "They" as in dogs.
It has been three weeks since Jim left the house never to return. Katie misses him.
Like most couples, Jim and I each had a chair we almost always sat in--one on the back porch, and an easy chair in the living room. Until yesterday, Katie had avoided jumping into either of Jim's chairs.
But yesterday, as I was taking a break outside, she decided to check out his chair on the porch. She sniffed, and sniffed, and sniffed. She could smell Jim's scent. Finally, she jumped up and nested in his seat. She looked sad as she sat there.
She did the same with his recliner in the living room. I cannot smell his scent, but she can; she has a really sensitive super-nose. (If she could talk, she could probably tell you the name of every dog in the neighborhood and when they last passed by on the sidewalk.) Just as she had sniffed the outdoor chair, she did the same for Jim's easy chair. She finally jumped up into it. She wanted to sit in his lap; she had to be content to sit in his chair.
We both miss him.
Your Reluctant ROVER,