It was a year ago yesterday that we said goodbye to William. For those who don't know, he was an older stray cat with various health issues who adopted me and then moved in with my DM for the last months of his life.
When I think about him I feel so angry that someone didn't think he was worth looking after. No one is forced to have a pet. I'm also cross at myself for not realising sooner that he was a stray - I'd have done more for him if I'd known. I used to see him about and he was often asleep on a particular doorstep so I assumed he lived there.
I like to think he knew how loved he was in his last months - we fed him for 6 weeks (5 times a day some days!) and then he moved in with DM for exactly five months and one day. She's admitted she didn't want him at first (she'd lost her dog 4 days before) and only took him in because she felt sorry for him and I couldn't. She grew to love him very quickly and put up with his little ways.
I'm sorry that I'm rambling on and I don't expect any replies. It just helps to write it down. William might not have had a great life but I hope he knew he was important and we loved him.
RIP my little friend.