My cat has been ill all week and has been 'in hospital' at the vet's. This morning I had to take the decision of having him put to sleep. I'm absolutely 'wiped out'. After a week of hoping and praying that he would start to make a recovery, the vet told me that maybe his time had come, because he wasn't going to make any more progress. I just had to tell someone how I feel. I held him in my arms as he slipped away, and the vet and nurse were so very good. But I'm just so 'raw'. In these days of such awful things going on in the country, many people may feel that there are much more important issues than my cat. Not for me, though. Not today.
Are White British Men somehow “disadvantaged”

I still miss him, and that was about five years ago.