A Stray’s Quiet Courage: The Slow, Tender Journey of Dobby the Cat
The kitten’s cry was faint, trembling in the dusk. It pulled me from the sidewalk’s rhythm. I followed the sound, steps quickening, heart already heavy. A small black shape huddled by the road, barely moving. Its hind legs dragged uselessly, like forgotten things. No mother cat appeared, no one else stopped. The world moved on, …
