Moon

Moon, my Toon, you spent your days lounging in your catio with your sister Luna, often rubbing against legs for pets and treats.

Towards the end, your cancer had spread through your sinuses, and your small squeak to let everyone know you were up and ready for the day will be my least and most favorite sound.

When you would open up and play with your sister, it wasn’t often, but when you did, you would really give her a run for it. I miss your "I'm the best" attitude all the time.

My deepest secrets lie with my baby. I can’t wait to see you again one day.