Luna arrived during a snowy winter, wrapped in a blanket and fear. She grew into a confident, elegant soul who ruled our apartment like a queen. She loved city sounds — sirens, rain, distant voices — and slept best when the world outside was alive.

She had a way of sensing emotions before words were spoken. On the hardest nights, Luna curled against our chest, purring like a promise.

She crossed the rainbow bridge quietly, under the same window she loved.
Her light still fills our nights.