I wish I could feel that about my dog, rolig. Maybe it's because she had been so horribly treated before arriving at the shelter where we adopted her, but I can only think of her as being lost in a wilderness somewhere with no one to help her. And of course that isn't the case... At any rate I don't see her watching over us, more's the pity.
My condolences, Chained_bear. It may seem weird, but when my amazing cat Nastasya died a few years ago, I somehow felt that she was now in some way able to look out for me just I had looked out for her.
I lived with, and learned from, Muffin II, many more years than I had with Muffin, his predecessor, who sadly died from injuries sustained in a road accident at the young age of 3. Nevertheless, he also taught me a thing or two.
Prolagus has the right idea. Muffin II was a cat with whom I lived from the age of 10 to 18, and intermittantly after that, until his death at the age of 15 (when I was 25 and in graduate school). Much of what I know about forebearance, loyalty and contemplation I learned from Muffin II.