I'm a lurker usually but I'm just really so sad and angry. Nigel was dumped he was attracted to my house because I have lots of cats. He showed up about two years ago. My crowd weren't very nice to him but he persevered.
He was so lovely I can't understand how anybody would leave him after them. I work shifts and sometimes I finish at midnight. Nigel would run up the road when he saw the car and lie on his back for a belly rub when I got out of the car then we would both go in home. He had an amazing purr. He liked to sleep on the kitchen table but only on a newspaper or magazine. He was a yowler and really loved ham. He died tonight.
I'm glad I was able to give him dignity and comfort but I'm so angry at whatever horrible bastard thought it was OK to just leave him.
He started looking a bit peaky a week ago, we took him to the vet and he said he had a virus we got antibiotics but then he got run over by my neighbor on Saturday when he was out for a stroll and tore ligaments. He just wasn't strong enough. I knew he was dying this afternoon and we made him as comfortable as could be and he died with dignity.
I don't know why I'm posting really I think I just want to put it out there that Nigel was important and I loved him and I'm so so sad that he's gone. I'll miss you Nigel, have a good sleep.