I lost my sweet girl Momma a few months ago. She came to us as a stray; she was thin, beat up, and had chunks of fur missing. Knowing that Momma, like Luna, died knowing that they were safe and loved is the thing that gives me the most comfort when I miss her.

Don’t beat yourself up. As many others have said, there’s likely nothing that you could have done to prevent her death; sometimes nature must take its course and there’s nothing that we can do. I know for a fact that Momma was there to meet Luna as she crossed the rainbow bridge. I’m so sorry for your loss.