Before my ancient 20 year old cat died, I knew his time was up and struggled with whether to put him to sleep, or let him go on his own. I had a dream about him in which he stroked my face with his paw and let me know that it was OK, and that he was ready to go. I woke up crying, but at the same time felt like I had received an answer.
I went into the living room, where he was laying on the floor ( he'd suddenly developed vestibular syndrome and had no balance) and I lay down on the floor next to him, looking into his eyes. Even though he didn't have much strength, he reached out his paw and stroked my face, which was covered in tears, just like in my dream.
That sealed my decision. I had videotaped him the day before, when he was having trouble walking, and took it to my vet. I was all ready to ask the vet to come to my house to give him the shot. But the vet surprised me and said that a cortisone shot might help the vestibular syndrome, and that I would know within 24 hours.
While we were waiting for 24 hours to see what would happen, he went into a seizure (he'd been having them every month or so) and then heart failure, I think. We were both holding him when it happened. Although it was tough, having that dream made it easier for me and ready to accept it, because I felt that he already had.