Tattered (Luna) Moths

Or: It’s Called Disenfranchised Grief. Look it Up.

For a few months now, we’ve known our time with Pepper was coming to an end. We treasured the weeks, days, moments. We relaxed all the rules and spoiled her rotten. We rolled out yoga mats and area rugs to help her walk with more stability. We slowed down to her pace until her daily walk dwindled to really just an assisted toodle around the front yard. 

I hoped it would become fairly clear when it was time to say goodbye, and that we could give her a dignified death without much muss or fuss. Pepper was a lovebug but not one for dramatics. 

It did become clear.