Today I’m feeling really down… Someone stole my little kitty, and my heart just isn’t the same without her. She’s been part of my days, my quiet mornings, my afternoons on the couch, always there purring next to me. I still keep looking at the door, hoping she’ll show up like always, but nothing yet.
I don’t understand how someone could just take her away. Pets aren’t things — they’re family. And mine is now missing. I’ve looked around, asked neighbors, and walked the streets, calling her name. I just hope wherever she is, she’s okay, and maybe, just maybe, she’ll come back home soon.
If you’ve ever lost a pet, you’ll know how this emptiness feels. Please send me good energy and hope — and if you see a small kitty that looks a little lost and scared, think of me.
