Actually, I don't even know if I'm allowed to say that.
I used to have two cats. They were lovely, lovely boys. Brothers. When my son was born (eight months ago) they got very stressed out, and to cut a long story short, after five months, knowing that we planned to have other children in fairly quick sucession, we made the decision to rehome. I think I came on here asking for advice at one point. It was a very hard decision and I've missed them terribly, but they went to a lovely lady without children who absolutely dotes on them. We are in email contact and she's been sending me pictures and updates.
She emailed me today to say that one of them, Bandit, has died at the age of just three. An old man found him less than an hour after he went out for his morning roam - the vet thinks he had a heart attack.
I feel so sad, and don't even know if I'm entitled to, as we were not able to give them the home they needed. And I feel awful for the lady who adopted them - although it was only a short time ago, and she bonded very quickly. If you'd met these cats you'd understand why :(
Sorry to ramble. I just wanted to get it off my chest.