My 17 year old cat who has been dealing with kidney failure for at least 6 months passed away last night. Lucy was the best pet I have ever had. Yesterday she refused to eat and could barely walk. She spent most of yesterday with me, I didn’t want to leave her alone. She slept on my bed and when I had to get up, I put her in her basket and brought her with me because if I left her alone she would try to follow me and I didn’t want her to hurt herself trying to get up. Last night when I went to bed I set up a bed for her in my bathroom because my parents didn’t want her on the carpet. This morning when I woke up she was laying on my pile of dirty clothes not breathing. In a way I am happy she passed away during the night because I know how much she would have hated us having to bring her to the vet to be put down this morning. She showed up on our porch when she was 4 weeks old and although my brother is allergic and my dad hated her, she got to stay. She became my best friend. No matter what happened she was always there for me, in the same spot everyday when I got home from school. Most of my friends dont understand, but when I lost her I lost my best friend. Lucy always hated my dad and brothers, she tolerated my mom, but she actually liked me. She waited for me at the door when I got home from a trip.  She was the best cat ever. I just finished her collar and now im making me a matching bracelet. She will be cremated with hers. I dont think it has really set in yet that shes gone. It still feels like if I got up and walked to her bed right now she would be there and that I just had a nightmare. Its so weird seeing her stuff but not her.