After several years-long battle with CRF, Booger passed away peacefully at home in her sleep. She had been wasting away in spite of meds and switching between many diet foods. We had the choice of letting her live a few extra days/weeks at the vet hospital with obtrusive tubes, stress and strangers or in the loving comfort of her home. We chose the latter. Her last meal was her absolute favorite in the world, a can of tuna (against her vet's wishes, but we figured screw it. She hadn't had tuna in years and she relished it). Hubby and I feel good with our decision to let her go naturally in the comfort of her own home rather than a briefly extended life under the stress of doing the hospital thing and dieing there. She chose where she wanted to finally rest and we let her. I woke this morning and knew exactly where she would be and there she was. I wrapped her up in her blankie and we buried her along with her favorite toys and a bundle of roses (she loved roses, I couldn't keep them in the house... It was like an addiction for her...MUST EAT THE ROSES!) She would have liked that. I've had many cats during my life but none had become such a solid part of the family as BooBoo did. She had such a silly personality. She was literally like a child to us both. It's been a rough day.