The one big change we made to our "family" before leaving was to find a new home for our cat, Little Dude. Sue worried for months that no one would take an 11-year-old cat, even one with a great temperament and no bad habits. Of course, cats can and do go cruising -- you can read about the adventures of Jezebel on Sarana (svsarana.com). The Dude has always been a patient sitter of mouse (and lizard) holes, so he could be a useful crew member on a boat with critters. And he was honing his navigation skills, as you can see. But alas, Curtis is allergic to the Dude, and sharing the close quarters of Cilantro would be a recipe for near-constant headaches.
Fortunately, Sue found a wonderful family to adopt Little Dude as their sole cat. He now has two responsible caregivers (ages 11 and 16), plus a veritable menagerie to keep track of. So, although we miss the little guy, we like to imagine him in his new "digs": warily eyeing the two (outdoor) dogs through the patio door, ignoring the slow-moving turtles and tortoise, glancing occasionally at the fish tank, and staring intently at the dwarf hamster cage, waiting for the tiny rodent to escape and start running.