Thoughts of Luna never seemed far from George’s mind. He constantly wondered where she was, if she was alright, or if she was scared and lonely somewhere. The worst thought of all was whether she was even alive.
George felt a pang of guilt anytime he thought of her. He often wondered what he could have done differently that day. If he had secured the farm door sooner, or checked on Luna a little earlier, maybe his sweet furry friend would still be with him, snuggled next to him in bed.