In memory of

Luna

Portrait of Luna

Luna was the stupidest thing ever, but I loved her to bits and pieces, no matter her IQ.

Unmistakably them

She ate everything - plastic on the street, snow in the garden, basically everything. She also had a fear of traffic cones, specifically the ones with stripes.

A treasured memory

It was the time we went camping together in a little lodge and she sat with me on my bed while I ate pizza