I love animals

Not a doorbell, but four paws knocked at my door one day—wet eyes, a little miracle in her mouth.
For weeks she came in the evenings: thin, scruffy, unwaveringly brave. I put out food and thought each time: she’ll be a mother soon. Then the nights fell silent—no meowing, no shadow, only worry and a quiet prayer.
Unexpectedly, one morning she stood there again. Her eyes shone with pride; between her teeth, a tiny kitten. Gently, she set it down and looked at me as if to say: I did it.
Everything was in that look: trust, gratitude, strength. Animals don’t say “thank you”—and yet you understand, because love speaks every language.
Today both have grown a little. No shyness anymore, only home: two cats now walking side by side through life.

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