One Eye and a Whole Heart: The Kitten Who Didn’t Run
When I first saw him, he was just sitting there—small, hunched, and heartbreakingly still. His white-and-gray fur was caked with dirt, and one eye was swollen shut, crusted over with infection. He looked like he had stopped waiting for someone to care.
There was a stillness in him that only comes when the world has taught you not to expect anything good.
I knelt down beside him and softly said, “Hey, little one.
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