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Luna is very ill. She spent most of last night in the master bedroom with me. I propped the door open with a shoe. so she wouldn’t get trapped. I am not sure she left all night. When I found her this morning she was at the head of the bed underneath. She hissed at me whenever I got close. Nat was able to pick her up and cuddle with her. It is a very sad day.

Elle is singing to Luna sitting in her lap. It is the most precious thing I've heard in my life. It is Luna’s time I’m afraid. She can’t eat or walk properly. And she used to be so fast and graceful. Poor kitty.

Nat and Elle tok Luna to the car in the carrier. She was moaning. Like she wanted to meow. Sorry little kitty.

She came to us in a flower pot.

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