October 5, 2014 went down in my personal history as a very sad day. The stray cat who forever changed my life finally left it after a brief and heroic battle against cancer. I enjoy much better quality of life thanks to that gray and white moggy. Her intrepid demand to enter my heart and home literally improved my health, as lifelong asthmatic symptoms responded well to the new medications her presence demanded I try.
Luna ultimately opened the door to two other rescue cats. I sadly never saw them act terribly close with Luna but honestly believe that my “first born” wanted nothing else in this world but to be with me. Her life certainly never revolved around food like another cat I know (you know who you are, my sweet and goofy Tilly). She slept on my pillow each night, bounded downstairs to the laundry room every washday, and snuggled on my lap at just about every single opportunity including her very last morning on this earthly plane.
For a few glorious years I joked about being a living futon. If there is such a thing as an afterlife, I hope to somehow resume that duty. Either way it was an honor knowing her.