Mum's cat

We call him fat fat. He was the biggest fellow among his 4 other siblings and mum did a good job in making sure that he was always bigger than the other strays. He was borned 4 years ago when his mother (a stray) came to our workshop and gave birth to 4 kittens. We didn't know why she came here, but it was a good choice as mum took care of them and all 4 babies survived. We gave away 2, but the smallest one and their mother died of illness subsequently. Fat was the only one left. He was a gentleman who often came back injured from fights, even with his size. But he has learned to use that to his advantage, and we no longer had to take him to the vet for injuries. Fat was overweight and noisy. He seems to be able to speak in different languages and reply in his kitty tone whenever someone speaks to him. Mum doted on him, making sure that he was fed twice a day even on Sundays and Holidays even when our shop is not open for business. And fat got to stay in pet hotel when my parents are away on short trips.
Fat passed away yesterday. Mum found him injured and his lower part of his body was paralysed. He could have been knocked down by a vehicle while chasing another cat across the road. The vet told us that he coudn't do much to save fat, and mum made the painful decision to put him to sleep. As she told me about it on the phone, I can hear buddhist chants in the background. Mum seeks solace in listening to them, having lost one of her adopted pets of 4 years.
There used to be 3 other dogs, and they died in accidents too. We could not keep them in and hope that they will learn the rules of mankind, of when to cross the road and to stay away from strangers, in order to stay alive.