Bartleby's Peaceful Passing

Eleven years ago for my thirteenth birthday my parents said it was finally okay for me to have a cat of my own. Needless to say I was excited, but I was also very worried. I was worried that maybe the cat I picked wouldn't like me, that it could be a mean cat, that it would never truly bond with me. My mom took me to petsmart with some of my siblings and a friend. I didn't know what cats might be around, and I couldn't quite picture the cat I wanted. I wanted a cat who would be unique, smart, and kind; hell did I strike home on those accounts.
The cat I chose was a small male black cat with his original name being "Climber". I found that strange, and thought that something like "Midnight" or "Shadow" suited him better, stereotypical I know. Even though I thought that those names suited him better than Climber (I think most would have), I didn't really want either of those as his name. My dad already had a cat named Shadow, and I felt Midnight was a bit too feminine for him. I talked with my mom for a bit about it and she mentioned a cute "rat creature" in the book series "BONE" we were reading together. That character's name was Bartleby.
Bartleby has been my fuzzy friend through so many things. I was bullied a lot growing up; I had friends, but not many. Not all of them stuck around, and I made more, but Bartleby is the one friend who has stuck with me no matter what. When we moved to Colorado I thought he had found his way out of the car we were moving with, and maybe even got lost. We called a shelter in Illinois (I think?) and they said they found a black cat recently that sort of fit his description so we were rushing on over and heard a "meow". We discovered he had hidden under the car seats and got stuck, he worried us sick! But we were happy he was safe, he stuck around. <3

A few years go by and it's 2013, one of the worst years I have ever dealt with. I was sick with some unknown disease and had to be hospitalized. During my recovery time I had been assaulted by one of my current roommates. My friend Brii told me that when she went to pick up Bartleby after the incident, he was hissing angrily at the guy who assaulted me. Bartleby has always had my back, through even that. Sadly because of this I had to move, and I had to find friends to help shelter Bartleby while I found us a new home. This interim went on for about a month and a half. Bartleby jumped between houses once or twice a week, and although it was tough, by the end of it Bartleby still loved on me so much. We moved at least 1 more time that year, the floods in September took our new home away, yet Bartleby was still with me through it all.

Now after 2 more moves we're here; it's been a year that we have lived here, and we have become quite happy with our new home. And I wouldn't be who I am today with out him on this journey.
Bartleby has now come down with a raging heart murmur, kidney disease, and a kidney infection. He is no longer eating, he no longer is purring, and that sweet endearing "meow" I have heard all these years has ceased. And when I see him now, all see is him saying, "I'm ready, it will be okay". So I have come to probably the toughest decision in my life. It's time to say goodbye to my cat, my best friend, my alarm clock, my wingman, my coot patoot, my cheerleader, my companion, my teleporting cat, my rock, my support, my Bartleby. And I want him to be at rest, while he is still as much of himself as he can be. For he has been the best cat anyone could ever ask for.

What this gofundme is for:

This gofundme is made to help with the expenses of laying Bartleby to a proper rest. As well has cremating and memorializing him with a clay paw print.

The costs are way more expensive than I would have thought they would be, so I am asking for a little help. I am covering the costs outside of the $200 I am asking for help on, because he was my cat and I have a responsibility for at least paying for most of it, if not all. If I don't get funded, Bartleby is still going through this process and being memorialized, however my own funds and bills might suffer. Thus I am asking for help. If you can manage even just a few dollars to help me, help Bartleby, I would be forever grateful.