Goodbye, Miss Luna

It is with a heavy heart and ears filled with tears, Modern Philosophers, that I share that Miss Luna has left The House on the Hill to go to her new home in Kitty Heaven.

She left us at some point during the night, going peacefully in her sleep.

Luna had been sick for several months, and had recently taken a turn for the worse.  I had taken to feeding her with an eyedropper, cleaning her nose multiple times a day, and giving her daily steams in hopes of clearing her nose.

In recent days, she had regained her appetite and taken to eating if I would hold her plate up for her.  While she still wouldn’t go up the stairs, and wandered aimlessly from time to time, she had put on weight and seemed in better spirits.

Luna was a shy, sweet kitty.  It took her months to warm up to me after I brought her home from the Humane Society.  I can still remember how thrilled I was when she nervously climbed into my lap for the first time.

She enjoyed curling up on my chest when I slept, and was forever climbing up into the cupboards as if to prove she was part mountain lion.

Luna came down with a stuffy nose about six months ago, and the vet could never figure out what is was that plagued her.

I have been crying like a baby all day.

Even though I knew she was not well, Luna had made so much progress over the past week that I thought we were out of the woods.  This mystery ailment came and went on a whim, and lately, I had begun to believe that she had made it through another cycle.

My neighbors probably heard me crying hysterically out on the porch this morning, but I had to let it out.  I didn’t want Cali to see me so upset, so I fled to the quiet of the porch.

Now I’m worried that poor Cali will be completely out of sorts without her big sister.  When I adopted them, the Humane Society staff made it clear that they were a package deal.  Cali has never been without Luna, so I just hope she will be okay.

I broke down at the vet’s this morning as I explained what had happened.  He looked genuinely chagrined that he could never figure out what was wrong.

I somehow survived the day at work, but I did go to the bathroom for a good cry twice.

Now, I’m crying again.  I can’t stop actually.  I’m going to miss my Luna Princess.

The one comfort I take in all this is that Luna knows I did everything I could to take care of her.  I doted on her for the past several weeks, and gave her all the love I possibly could.

I just wish I could have done more.  And told her one more time how much I love her.

Goodbye, Miss Luna. Daddy loves you…