My friend Jackie died almost a decade ago. It was her birthday yesterday, and I dreamt about her last night. She was going on holidays for a few weeks and asked me to look after her flat and pets. Her pets consisted of a small, annoying - and rather malicious - dog and a tankful of very cute rats. There wasn't a cat in sight, which was unusual cos Jackie was a Cat Person. (I've noticed my dreams include pet rats at times when I'm feeling overburdened. Interesting, ne?)
In the dream I knew she was going to die but I wasn't sad, I was enjoying the moment, the chance to be with her and just chat.
Of course, now that I'm awake and remembering I'm bawling my eyes out. Heh. : )