She has already come back to let me know she is happy at not being in pain - which she was, as she declined these last few days. Luna was in my life once before, as Sylvester: I look forward to when we meet again. That communication and knowledge helps, but I still miss seeing her Bast-like stances as she meditated on top of the cat tree, or as she kneaded her claws and blissed out, watching her never-still ever-dancing tail and her smug satisfaction at her beautiful collar in the early days, listening to her tell off birds who were outside in the garden being - in some strange cat way - naughty, and the joy of feeding her scallops and fish and patting her till she purred and stretched, luxuriating in being safe and loved - and knowing it. As she grew, in those early years, we gave her more and more names - like titles, really, until she was Missy Princess Luna Scallopini-Fish-and-Chips aka Speedie the Cat with the Amazing Collar, Dancing Tail and Brand New Attitude.
Blessed Be, Beloved Luna, Blessed Be - and may Bast accept, nurture and rejoice your beautiful, beautiful Soul.
I can sit here 'cos I've got this Amazing Collar.
We're applying for the School of Telling Naughty Birds Off.
Go way - I'm meditating ...
