My mom called me to tell me that my cat died tonight. This was the best picture I have of her right now. I wish I had a picture from when she was younger and didn’t look so skinny and feeble. Her name was Tabby, she was 19 years old and she was my best friend. I got her when I was in kindergarten, she’d been through everything with me. She was very old and her health hadn’t been the best over the past few years, but I always thought she was going to hang on forever just to spite the world. I wish she would have hung on just another day so I could have said goodbye to her when I go home tomorrow.