Some of you might remember my posts about William, the elderly stray who adopted me. I was only adopted for six months before he had to be put to sleep but I still miss him so much. I keep thinking I could have done more for him, cared for him sooner.
I'd seen him around over the last few years but he used to sleep on the same doorstep every day but, with hindsight, it should have been obvious he was a stray. He didn't start coming into our garden until April last year and that was when we started feeding him. We bought him a kennel the following month and shortly after that he went to live with my Mum for his final months. If only I'd done this sooner, he could have been so much more comfortable.
I know some people probably think he was only a stray and I hardly knew him but there was just something special about him. I can still see him lying in the vets when he was put to sleep - it seems so unfair that he had such a short time living in comfort.
Sorry, I don't mean to sound as though I'm wallowing in self pity! I just miss my old boy so much.