I still can’t forget the image of that tiny kitten, lying motionless inside the cold, dark cave. When I first found him, I thought he was just hiding — trembling, weak, maybe waiting for help. But as I got closer, my heart sank. He was so still, so silent, curled up like a little mouse that had fallen asleep forever. His fragile body was covered in dust and dirt, and his tiny paws were tucked close to his chest, as if he had tried to keep himself warm one last time.
He must have crawled there to find shelter, alone and frightened. Perhaps he had been abandoned, or simply too weak to keep walking. I whispered to him softly, hoping maybe he would hear my voice and move, just a little. But there was no breath left, no heartbeat — only the heartbreaking stillness of a soul that had already left this world.
I wish I had found him sooner. I wish I could have given him food, warmth, a safe home — anything to change this ending. The thought that he died alone in the dark broke something deep inside me. For such a small life, his silence spoke louder than words.
So I sat beside him for a while, tears falling, and whispered a prayer. I told him he wasn’t alone anymore. That someone cared, even if it was too late to save him. I asked the angels to guide him gently to Paradise, where he would finally know love, warmth, and peace — everything this harsh world had denied him.
Goodbye, little one. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. You deserved more than pain and loneliness. I’ll carry your memory with me, as a reminder to keep fighting for every small, helpless soul still waiting for rescue — before it’s too late.
