|Buddy and Leya|
When I first fostered them I also had 2 cats of my own and they all got on well together. I had 2 long haired cats a black one Sooty who was rescued after being taken to the local vet (my landlord at the time) found after a nasty accident. He was a mess jaw, broken and other things but he recovered and lived to a hearty old age. Tasha was a grey and white cat chosen by the daughter when she was about 14 and we lived in the same flat, the female kitten of the pet shop's cat. She also lived to a ripe old age before getting ill and being put kindly to sleep. Tasha was the only cat we have had that was not a rescue cat.
Buddy and Leya moved with me when the Mother and I moved here to where we still live and a couple of years ago Leya died one night in her sleep and I found her at the bottom of the stairs in the morning, she was also elderly.
All the family are upset now he is gone he had been with us for a long while, the grandson is particularly upset as they were very close. Luckily they have the young dog to comfort them and the dogs of a family friend who is there a lot so hopefully they will get over the upset and remember the lovely cat we all had the pleasure of looking after.