I once took on a cat, many years ago from the rescue centre.
Not much was known about her except that she came from an owner who had previously passed on.
She was a beautiful tabby with sparkling green eyes and a feisty and independant temperament to boot! I decided to call her Katie, after Katherine Hepburn.
She lived with us all in a multi-cat household of 3 other cats. Despite the other cats being easy going with her, and having her own space, she never made any attempt to bond with them and got jealous or upset whenever they were getting attention.
One day the elderly lady that lived in the house next door lost her cat to old age, they were very close and she was quite lost without him.
On talking to her one day soon after her eyes smiled as she told me how Katie now visited her every day and spent a lot of time curled up on her lap, sometimes having fish in the conservatory! All cats lead a double life, but it sounded like Katie had really found her true happiness here..
After much deliberation I discussed how much Katie was spending at the lady's house and as they both seemed to find happiness and comfort in each other how would the lady feel about me handing Katie over? It just made perfect sense.
The old lady was happy to take Katie on.
I saw Katie many times after that in the garden, and in time the old lady passed on (by which time Katie would have been quite old herself). I put a note through the door for her son to pick up and read which said that it's none of my business but if Katie was still around and needed a home I would be happy to take her back. I never did hear from him.
Whether Katie passed on before or after the old lady I'll never know, but Katie seemed to be in the right place at the right time.
Katie and the old lady were two sentient beings who found each other at a time in their lives when they needed comfort and love the most.. I was merely a stepping stone.
Katie, as she was, old photo (scanned)