At sixteen years old, Hoonie has already lost the one person who loved him most. 💔
When his owner passed away, this gentle old boy was left behind — scared, confused, and holding tight to the only thing that still felt like home: a little gray stuffed cat.
At the shelter, he never lets it go. He sleeps with it. He talks to it. Sometimes, he just stares quietly, as if remembering the life he once knew.
It’s his comfort, his memory, his everything.
He’s not asking for much — just a soft bed, a kind hand, and his stuffed cat to hold onto through the rest of his days. 🐾
