Fhilcar Faunillani 
Her eyes caught the moonlight, two soft glints in the dark. I stood below, heart trembling. Mimi, the stray I’d fed for weeks, clung to a high branch, her small body swaying. She’d climbed to see me, to answer my call. I whispered her name, and she mewed back, a fragile sound that stitched us …
The grass moved, a faint rustle under the summer sun. Two tiny faces peered out, eyes wide, fur matted with earth. I stopped walking, my heart catching at the sight of them—so small, so alone, blending into the green like forgotten secrets. I knelt closer, careful not to startle them. Their fur was a soft …
The snow fell softly, blanketing the street in silence. A tiny kitten lay curled, barely breathing. Its fur was matted, dusted with frost. I knelt closer, heart sinking. Its body stiffened, breaths faint. I couldn’t walk away. Not from this small, fragile life. My hands trembled as I scooped it up, cradling it against my …
The cold bit at my fingers as I walked the empty street. A faint mew, barely there, stopped me. It came from the ground, near a pile of damp leaves. A kitten, so small its eyes weren’t open, lay still. Its tiny body was stiff, curled tight against the frost. I knelt, heart thumping, and …
The thin cat crouched in the alley, her fur matted and eyes wide with the weight of forgotten days. I paused on my walk home, heart tugging at the sight of her fleeing from every shadow. She darted away at the first hint of approach. But something in her wary glance held me there, a …
The rain fell soft on the cardboard box. Inside, Anastasia lay trembling, her small body curled tight. Her sobs were faint, barely audible over the drizzle. A passerby stopped, heart caught by the sound. The box was soggy, collapsing under the weight of her pain. Her face, bloodied, lifted to meet their gaze. A Fragile …
The alley was cold, the kind of cold that seeps into bones. Zoe lay there, trembling, her eight puppies curled against her. Her eyes, deep and dark, held pain no creature should know. She had no paws, no ears—just raw wounds where they once were. Yet she nudged her babies closer, her love fiercer than …
The morning was gray, heavy with mist. A dog’s bark cracked the quiet, sharp and lonely. She stood by the neighbor’s gate, a small brown mutt with matted fur. Her eyes held fear, sadness, a weight too heavy for her thin frame. I set a bowl of kibble down, stepping back to give her space. …
The dog lay on the grass, chest heaving, eyes wet with pain. A soft whimper broke the morning’s stillness. Passersby stopped, their shadows falling over him. They whispered, unsure, their voices low like a distant wind. The golf club’s gate clanged shut behind the groundskeeper, his face hard, his hand waving them away. He didn’t …
Her eyes held pain, wide and searching. A small dog lay trembling on the roadside. The car had sped off, leaving dust and silence. Passersby stopped, their faces soft with pity. They carried her to the only vet in town, a cramped office with flickering lights. The vet’s hands moved quickly, but his eyes were …
The kitten’s weak cry drifted through the morning air. It was barely a sound, more a tremble of need. A big cat stood at our doorstep, her eyes steady, holding something in her mouth. She dropped it and stepped back. A tiny kitten, no bigger than a fist, lay stuck on a glue trap, its …
The kitten sat in the yard, small and shivering. Her eyes, crusted shut, glistened with sickness. The tabby watched from the grass, still as stone. I stood there, mosquitoes buzzing, my heart heavy. Ten minutes passed, maybe more, and the tabby didn’t move closer. The kitten’s tiny chest rose and fell, weak but stubborn. I …
The cat circled in the dust, unsteady, alone. Angela stopped, her heart catching at its faltering steps. She was late for work, the morning sharp with routine. But the cat’s odd dance held her. It wasn’t playing. Something was wrong. She stepped closer, cautious, her breath tight. The cat’s right eye was gone, a raw …
The snow fell softly, blanketing the world in silence. Evelyn watched a white cat, delicate as a fallen angel, shiver on a crumbling wall. Its fur glowed against the gray winter sky. She called to it, her voice swallowed by the wind. The cat’s eyes, wide and fearful, met hers for a fleeting moment before …
The dog limped along the dusty road, her eyes dull with hunger. She stopped, sniffed the air, and looked at us with quiet caution. We saw her first at dawn, near a crumbling stone wall. Her fur was matted, tangled with dirt, and her left leg dragged painfully. Locals said she came daily, begging for …