Miss the little guy a lot. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him and miss him. I often visit his grave outside and just sigh to myself. It sucks, but I gave him the best life I possibly could, he didn't want for nothing. So I take some solace in that fact, that in his time here on earth I did right by him and loved him dearly.
Mr. Softie looks like a proper gentleman who lived his best life. We spoil them because they deserve it. And it sounds like that's exactly what you did for him, no one could ask for more.
He was the nicest cat you'd ever meet, not a mean bone in his body and thanks.