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…
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