Fhilcar Faunillani 
The little cat stumbled toward me, her paws unsteady on the cracked pavement. Her left eye wouldn’t open, crusted shut, and her fur was matted with grease and grime. She stopped at my feet, looking up. Passersby tossed scraps of food and a splash of water in a plastic lid. She ate hungrily, her tiny …
The cat hid under a car, his fur matted, his eyes wide with hunger. I stood frozen, my heart heavy with his silent plea. I had just left the hotel, my mind on meetings and deadlines, when I saw him. A stray, thin as a shadow, crouched beneath a rusted sedan. His fur was a …
The dog lay on the sidewalk, his fur matted and thin. His eyes held a soft, trembling hope. We drove past, my heart catching at the sight of him, alone under the gray sky. I stopped the car, grabbed a bag of kibble, and knelt beside him. He didn’t move, just watched me, his gaze …
The snow fell softly, blanketing the empty streets. A small dog shivered in a metal cage. His ribs pressed against thin, matted fur. His eyes, cloudy and unseeing, stared at nothing. The truck’s engine rumbled, carrying him toward a place no creature should know. A Cage in the Dark The world was loud with celebration. …
Her eyes caught the rain. They shimmered with a quiet, unbroken hope. She stood alone by the road. Cars passed, their tires hissing on wet pavement. She didn’t move. Her small body, soaked and shivering, stayed rooted to the spot. She looked down the empty street, waiting for someone who never came. I stopped my …
The dog lay still by the riverbank, mud caked on his fur. His eyes searched for someone who wasn’t coming back. The water lapped gently against the shore. Across the river, houses stood quiet, their windows catching the last light of day. A man had driven here, unsteady, his car swerving. He left his dog …
The blanket lay heavy on the roadside, a tattered shroud over something still. A Golden Retriever’s eyes, dim and tired, met the volunteers who lifted it. A Silent Cry for Comfort Flies buzzed in the heat. The smell was sharp, a wound too deep to hide. His fur, once golden, clung to his frame, matted …
The puppy’s eyes were shut tight, his tiny body trembling in the midnight cold. A broken leg, small and fragile, curled beneath him like a forgotten promise. I found him in an alley, tucked against a cardboard box. His whimpers were soft, barely louder than the wind. I knelt, my knees damp from the pavement, …
The chain bit into his neck, heavy with rust. Phoenix, a shepherd mix, lay curled in the dirt. His eyes, dull as old coins, stared at nothing. The farm’s shadow hid him from the world. Hunger gnawed his bones, each rib sharp under matted fur. He’d known no kindness, only the cold weight of neglect. …
The puppy’s eyes were half-closed, his breath a faint wisp in the cold. I carried him, trembling, from the freezer’s dark. His fur was matted, ice clinging to his tiny frame. My hands shook as I wrapped him in my coat. He was so small, barely two months old, left in a place meant for …
The kitten was alone, trembling on the pavement. Its tiny body curled tight against the world. I stopped my car for a break, the road stretching empty under a gray sky. There, in the dust, was this small creature, no bigger than my hand. Its eyes were crusted shut, sealed by sickness. I knelt beside …
(You’ll find cute cat videos at the end of the article) The morning light spills soft through the window. Xiang Yu, a gray tabby, lies curled in her nest, her breaths steady but tired. Her eyes, wide and watchful, hold a quiet strength. Seven tiny kittens, barely a week old, press against her warmth. Their …
The kitten’s paws barely touched the ground. She stumbled, eyes wide, searching for something lost. Her fur was a soft gray, dusted with dirt. We found her in the alley, alone, shivering. The subtitles said she was separated from her mother. We looked for hours, calling softly, but no cat came. She followed us, hesitant, …
The rain fell hard, soaking the earth, and the dog tugged at his leash. A small, wet shape moved in the grass, barely a shadow, following us. It was a kitten, no bigger than my hand, her fur matted with mud. She trailed us, fearless, even as the dog sniffed curiously. Her eyes were crusted …
The puppy stood alone in the garden. His tiny paws trembled against the grass. He moved slowly, pausing every few steps. His eyes darted, unsure, searching for something familiar. I watched from the porch, my heart catching at his hesitation. Was he lost? Had he ever known a home? A Shy Heart Under the Car …