The Bros did show concerns; mostly they're calm but I feel they know and miss her. Squrrl, though, cracked me up. He made evening rounds with me after we laid Mamma to rest, and I walked him past her grave. He snuffled intently all about, and then
Lifted his leg and marked on the fresh dirt.
Could he smell her, even four-five feet down? Dunno.
Still, it seemed so, 'This is My Mamma. Mine.'