After having Paddy put down, I made the decision that I'm done with pet ownership.
Losing my last two pets has been gutting, and I really just haven't got the heart to do it again.
A couple weeks ago, I walked out the back door and there was a cat sitting in the driveway. Strays and ferals are common sights, but this one did not run off when he saw me. He sat there staring at me. I looked at him. "Hello," I said. He opened his mouth and gave a soundless meow.
It was pitiful.
I went inside and got a can of Paddy's cat food, and her clean food dish tucked under the sink.
I set the food and water out, knowing full well that Tim would be very unhappy. Which was unreasonable, since I was not bringing the cat inside or anything. But he's funny like that.