I lost my cat at the end of January , I'd had to foster him out to friends after we got evicted in the October last year , they looked after him as myself and my children went into temporary accommodation ... as I still hadn't found suitable housing months later, and he'd settled happily with them, I made a decision that was in his best interests and said they could keep him.
I'd had him 10 years, through some very difficult times and we made plans for me to go and see him.
Literally a week after this decision was made, they took him to the vets as he'd gone off his food.
He was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer and was put on medication to keep him comfortable.
I went to see him, sat and cuddled with him and got the news not long after he'd gone downhill and they'd put him to sleep.
It's been months since and I'm still struggling terribly with his loss. I loved him to pieces and he was a huge part of our family life ...