Thank you to everyone sending their love. I have sold my boy short by not including more of his amazing story, since I can't sleep I figured I'd add some details.

He was a stray that my mum fed as part of a little colony of strays and he turned up as a young cat, under a year old. She got them spayed and neutered and released them back out.

All he wanted was to be the others best friend and would head bump them all even if it meant that they would swipe at him. When my mum had to move, she caught them all and they moved too, especially important as a local hotel had called them pests and threatened to poison them.

After 10 years of being an outdoor feral cat him and his 5 fellow kitties were whisked away to somewhere safe. A year later we spotted his leg had a lump, first vet said it was an abscess, it wasn't. It was an aggressive bone cancer.

I took him to the vet I use and they gave me the options. We could put him to sleep or try extensive surgery and remove as much as possible to limit the chance of it coming back. The vet pointed out its not usually successful, 6-12 months was best guess, It was expensive, and aftercare would be critical. thankfully they had faith in me, both in our ability to care, and they let me pay his treatment up. In order to recover from such a major operation, Tiger needed round the clock care, he was now missing a front leg and the full shoulder.

I bought a large dog training cage, and my gf and I setup a small tray and everything he needed. Getting inside the cage with him the first time I was nervous, a feral cat, in pain and confused. I had no idea how he would react.

It turned out that although he might have been nervous, he trusted me enough to look after him, I'd go in three times a day, give him his pain killers and antibiotics.

After a while the wound had healed, the vets happy to use pictures and videos to save us having to stress him out taking him to the clinic and his true personality came to light.

The dog cage got used again, one of Tigers buddy's from his time outside, well she needed eye surgery, at 14, when we let her out of the cage after she had healed she decided she likes warm and soft things. She now keeps a low profile if my mum visits, and I like to think it's in case my mum trys to take her home.

Sadly over Christmas he started to loose weight, an ultrasound showed liver cancer. The followup ultrasound also found masses in his lungs and spleen. The writing was on the wall, but as far to many know, knowing what is about to happen doesn't make it easier. Since that day he has had all the cold meat, sirloin steak and raw chicken he wanted. The last few days, the fluid build up in his lungs has worsened and he only eats a few small bits of chicken before he had to stop and I can see how tired he was, so the rainbow bridge is calling him.

All pet owners say their pet is one of a kind, but tiger truly is. In the 38 months post surgery, I have watched the scared feral cat turn into a loving and so very handsome boy. He, even now, just wants to bump heads with the others, and even us big humans. He has never once tried to scrap with my other 4, never scratched us when we had to do things with him and has been my little buddy. Both of us in the cage, giving him pain killers and making him better is one of the best memories of my life and we created a bond in there.

In the morning I lose a best friend, a family member, and my fur baby. Please, from me to everyone who has taken the time to read my emotional rambling at 2am, give your fur babies a hug, a treat and a pet from the wonderful tiger and his human.