When I was 8 years old like every little girl I wanted a cat. Obviously my mom would always say “no cats”. One day, me and my brother were playing in our room and my mom had just gotten home. She yelled for us to get to the living room because we were in trouble. I go to the living room and thats when I saw my baby Charlie. After that day me and Charlie became family and bestfriends. He would always sleep with me since I was a little girl till now (Im 18) sometimes even on my head. He loved food, rolling on the backyard cement, sleeping, etc. Charlie always had the 3 am zoomies that would keep me up all night and he would purposely cry at my door to wake me up every morning. Charlie was a good boy he never ran away or scratched no one. Everyone loved him. Having Charlie growing up was the best. I always dreaded the day I had to say goodbye to him. About 3 weeks ago Charlie got sick, stopped eating, and peed himself. I got frantic and called vets around me they were all booked up for months. I found one for August 1st which was 3 weeks away. He started to get better a little and ate something, I fed him wet food cause I knew he had to eat. Charlie was fighting and he did an amazing job.Last night I went downstairs to find Charlie and I saw him laying there. My heart shattered in a million pieces. My baby Charlie was gone. The day I dreaded has come I lost my bestfriend. One day before his appointment. Im so grateful for the years I had with him and Ill never forget Charlie he was the best cat I could ask for.Rest in peace my sweet baby Charlie Ill miss you forever.