Soot streaked his orange tabby fur, patches scorched away by the merciless flames. Eyes once bright were now dulled by pain and confusion. But resilience shone through as he persevered step by labored step on burned paws.
Nights were the worst. He shivered in the cold and damp, huddling against dumpsters for some semblance of warmth. Ghostly streetlights exaggerated the shadows around him, conjuring phantom dangers. Each gust of wind stung his tender skin and set his nerves on edge.
By day, he scavenged and explored cautiously, spying comforts through strangers’ windows. The aroma of fresh food drew him to back doors hoping for morsels. A cozy spot in the sun soothed his aching body for a brief moment.
At long last, when she opened her door in welcome, he knew his harrowing journey was over. Though his past was filled with fire, his future held promise and safety. In her compassion, he had found the solace he sought. Head held high, he stepped inside, ready to heal.
