Andy passed away all of a sudden

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This story is about my neighbour's cat. He was a tom-cat, called Andy. He was well-known in the street as he used to march into the neighbours's yards claiming for food and attention. My first encounter with him took place at a hot night in July. All the windows were open when nobody could sleep because of the heatwave. I was standing in the middle of the room while my beloved dog gasping for fresh air was having her rest at the foot of my bed. She was already very sick then, waging a lost war against toumors eating up her body. Suddenly a black cat appeared at my feet in the middle of the room - as if blown into the house by the draft. He did not say a thing just looked at me with his big green eyes. As my dog - once a big cat hunter - did not move, I quickly helped him to some left-over and he quitted through the window as quickly as he came. In the next two weeks my beloved dog passed away. Little by little I removed and packed away her belongings, like her leash and collar, flee shampoo, etc., and have just left her cushion in her armchair. It's difficult to speak about it and my story is about Andy the cat. In the meantime I talked to the cat's master who was well aware of Andy's nature of a prowler. Andy came in my house through the window again a week after the death of my beloved dog. He did not go into the room where my dog passed away; just stayed in the kitchen and in the little room opening to the backyard through the window of which he could jump in. So I spoke to him and gave some food to eat. He ate and went off. His calls became more regular. As his master was aware of it, I did not bother to receive and feed him whenever he came in through the open window. (Once I was amused of him, because when I opened the front door to him, he turned back and jumped out of the window. Certainly he did not know what were front doors good for.) Gradually I got used to his popping up from nowhere just at my feet. I served him with some food and left him to fumble around a bit. I remember a sunny Saturday afternoon when he stayed in the backyard little room having a sweet nap after a substantial meal while the Sun was warming his little body and fur. Last he came in though the window on Wednesday morning. I had to accompany my mother to her medical check-ups and I had a day-off from work. He had appeared half an hour before I had to leave. I tried to send him out through the window but he did not want to. He looked at me as if asking for permission to jump up on my bed and I bowed okay. As I was in a hurry I closed the door on him and dashed off. When I got home early in the afternoon he was still perching in the corner of my bed. It was a gloomy day and started to rain in the afternoon and it rained on end until next morning. Andy was perching in the corner of my bed for long. Admittedly, I did not hear him pur, even so I invited him to eat and drink water several times. In vain, of course. Later at night he jumped off my bed and hid behind the door where he hardly moved until next morning. Next morning as he did not move his head or looked at me, I put him on the doorstep to give him a thorough look in the sun. Then I rushed to the neighbours to call his masters. They were at work, of course. Then I rushed to the vet in our street asking for the telephone number of a free animal health care service. When I related my story, she picked up her cat basket and ran to Andy to collect him in the street. I got a phone call late in the afternoon from Andy's master that Andy passed away. Yes, I am guilty as charged. I should have alerted his masters even Wednesday night when he did not move or eat. I could not make a distinction between a cat dozing and a cat being terminally ill. You see, loving animals sometimes is not enough to do your upmost for them.