I had a cat (Percy) a few years ago whom I absolutely adored, more so than any creature I've ever known. He developed a terminal illness, and despite special care, I had to put him down. The vet even came to the house to perform the euthanasia with our favorite vet technician.
Anyhow, Percy was an avid little predator, always bringing me lots of little, um, gifts. Two mornings after he died, I found a dead mole on the third step up on my back porch, higher than it could have climbed on its own, and in the "gift" position. I truly believe that Percy brought it or inspired a neighborhood cat to do it so that I would know that's he's okay.
It made me feel much better, even though I missed him terribly.
Meg, I hope your friend gets lots of love and comfort from her PJ.