DR Ron I was very sad reading about Dickens.
I have another Dickens tale to share:
When Vickie was nearing her end, which is when her weight began going down and she didn't eat very much, I had a dream one night.
In my dream, Dickens (who had been dead some 10 years or so) jumped up on my bed and put his paw on my face. I reached out to stroke him but he jumped off my bed and ran to my door. I got up and followed, and he went to the box Vickie slept in and sat on top of it. He looked at me soberly, and I was absolutely certain he was letting me know it was her time.