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I am sorry your cat died. I know myself that losing a pet can be just as hard as losing a member of your family.
Sounds to me that you feel guilty because you couldn't take him to your new place and that you can't help but feel responsible on some level perhaps for his health. Thing is you had no way of knowing at the time that that would happen to him. For all you knew, he could have adapted to his new home quite well. (Which can happen.) I have 2 cats now. One was my father's cat whom I inherited when my father died. The other is a cat that belonged to my ex girlfriend. (My ex didn't want her anymore.) My father's cat took a while to come round but eventually did. My ex's cat took about a day to come out from under the bed, but now she and I are best of friends. (My ex even says she likes me better than her - which is true.)
I know myself I grew up with cats and dogs around and when I moved out on my own, I gave up owning a pet figuring that I didn't have enough time to devote to an animal. Now that I have a couple of cats again though, I can honestly say that I feel much happier than I have in a long time. Having a pet reafirms one's humanity sometimes. I don't think I would ever want to live without a pet again.
My advice to you would be to move out from your current place to a place that allows pets, get yourself another cat, and don't ever give him up for anything.
You will feel better then.
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